it's a newwww dayyyy.

[crittersheep]

WHO: you! and you! and others too!
WHERE: everywhere all over
WHEN: Day 25, mid-day

[ Well! It's been an eventful day for some so far. Between trips into the mist and innocent handshakes for kitchens, what else could possibly go wrong today?

who knows but the day is still young. so what're y'all doin' today. ]

Comments

[finalbows]

<sub>[ alright so angel devil's up to two entire flavors of inscrutable bullshit today.

One, since yesterday, after consulting with Muffin, he's created with his magic... a temporary rock spire, meant to resemble a mountain path. He's currently hovering in the air beside it, giving the spire a critical eye for what he could add.

It'll break apart by the end of the day, but... it'll definitely last long enough to show Pondie. But presentation is everything with this sort of thing...

He floats down beside you, eyes still on the spire. ]</sub>

What do you think? Does it feel... mountain? Maybe more green bits...

*

<sub>[ Two, after he's done with the whole... mountain spire endeavor, he's out back of Rose barn, building...

A scarecrow?
A scarecrow that he seems to be doing weird magical bullshit to, occasionally. There's glowing and chants. ]</sub>

Two

[wants_the_phd]

[hey guess what it's everyone's least favorite watcher-slash-lurker, who is watching-slash-lurking, as usual]

[finalbows]

_{[ pretending she's not there while she observes him Exhibiting Behaviors has worked well in the past, so at first, pretend he will, as he fusses with how many buttons are done up on the scarecrow(?)'s vest. Hmm. Pokes it. ]}

A little overstuffed... it'll have trouble moving, like that...

[wants_the_phd]

[his plan is successful]

Making yourself a friend?

[finalbows]

Personally I plan to never make close acquaintance with the fellow, myself.

...ach, it's listing. <sub>[ wiggles the post that it's hanging on.. to try and get it more settled in the earth. He's not very successful with this, but he gets it to a point of good enough for now.

Once he's done-- he still doesn't look up. The system is working. ]</sub>

--though it could truly be anyone's friend, if they're just hapless enough.

[wants_the_phd]

Oh yeah? What does it do?

[A self-defense turret...?? disguised as ...whatever this is]

one

[pleasantmisery]

Oh! Like bits of moss? Sure. Or maybe some extra rocks...

Re: one

[finalbows]

Ugh, I was hoping I was done with all the rocks by THIS point...

Moss would be a start. Might be some worth harvesting near the outskirts of the woods...

Re: one

[pleasantmisery]

Moss and mushrooms! I'm sure we could figure out how to transplant a few...

Re: one

[finalbows]

There's some I saw on the way to, _{[ Faith's Tower, ]} The library, recently. You wouldn't mind helping a fellow fetch some supplies, would you, shepherd mine? If I leave this too long, it'll start to degrade.

Re: one

[pleasantmisery]

Sure! I was going to head out to do some gathering and stuff anyway. D'you want just the mushrooms or should I try to bring back whatever they're attached to, too? You know, for ambiance!

[pictureimperfect]

[one, what the heck]

Mountains have snow! You need a snow-capped top.

[finalbows]

Oh!
...Hm.

I never mastered snow. You know each and every snowflake has a unique structure? It's a nightmare to replicate. But maybe if I...

....make the ice and... grate it, perhaps...? _{Mm. Pond Fiend would notice if I so ill used ours.}

[pictureimperfect]

They do??

[he has only learned what snow is recently he's never seen it]

How's it have a unique structure? I thought it was just all white blobs.

every day is a good day to look at Snowflake Bentley photos

[finalbows]

It's... just how it is. Consider it a natural law. Perhaps it's to teach us a lesson about ephemera... each tiny bit of that blob has detail like you couldn't imagine, within.

<sub>[ that means he doesn't know why. Terran civilization never reached the atomic level.

wiggles his fingers. He may not be able to make snow, but he can make a big ice crystal following a shape a snowflake might take. It's about.. the size of one's head.

...after a few seconds, he re-shapes it, then again, and again-- going through a startling variety of forms.

Eventually, though, he runs out of ones he's done before, and sends it floating off out of his way. It's already starting to drip. ]</sub>

this day literally just started in my timezone and is already looking great

[pictureimperfect]

Whoaaaa.

[staring in awe at the changing patterns, and also, assuming this is the normal size of a snowflake]

This isn't at all what the pictures looked like! They're pretty!

[electricflock]

Um, maybe fog? Or a waterfall? But it looks really, really cool!

[finalbows]

--A waterfall! Right down the middle! Of course!

_{[ first thing's first. time to raise one last new platform, to be mouth of the waterfall. Angie takes off to go hang in the air above the whole structure, so he can get the placement jusssst right it won't touch the 'mountain' so much as to make it dangerously slick. ]}

[electricflock]

[runs in a circle around the bottom of the 'mountain']

Perfect! Right there!

[finalbows]

<sub>[ a showy mid-air pirouette, a little time to summon up what's left of the loose dirt he's been crunching together to make his mountain--


And they have their perfectly placed platform! With a hollow, in the middle, for some standing water, and a spot like a very broad spout at the side. ]</sub>

[electricflock]

[so cool!!! cheers from the ground, whistling birdcalls]

It's even more mountain-y now!

[strateelgic]

["Pondie" has to stare at the structure for quite a while after he finally comes across it. Is Angie creating art?

It's a bit surreal.

He's almost positive that none of the mushrooms he brought back the day before had hallucinogenic properties, so he's going to lean toward the art idea.]

[finalbows]

<sub>[ god. Okay.

There's so much going on here, and if anything else retroactively becomes true about this spire I will let you know about it posthaste. But for now. "This." Is.

- primarily, a rocky spire, leading to a flat platform at the top, high enough to have... a decent enough view.
- the 'snowy mountaintop,' which is the flat platform except it has a bunch of ice crystals floating all around it.
- A misty waterfall, coming from a floating platform holding a pond covered in bubbles.
- A stand of small pine trees, obscuring all at the base of the spire but the mouth of the rocky path.
- A rather prodigiously large puddle and or small marsh, in the nearby grass. Probably this is a byproduct of the waterfall.
- Edible and nonedible mushrooms, nestled in cute little clumps of their own growth mediums all along the 'mountain path.'
- artfully placed clumps of mosses. Some rotten log bits.
- various color of sheep wandering around on it. One is chewing on some moss. ]</sub>

--Ahah! Just the fellow I wanted to see. Ahem.

Pond Fiend! I have magnanimously created for you a facsimile of a mountain. However, it shall be gone upon the morrow, so one must endeavor to enjoy it to its utmost today.


So~~~~...
What do you think☆?

[strateelgic]

A mountain?

[That's sure a semi-abstract artistic representation of a mountain. Pond Fiend can only stare.]

I'm not sure I understand. You made this for me?

[finalbows]

...

It's to climb. You... like mountain climbing, yes?

An entire one isn't exactly in the cards, on short notice. But we-- my consultants and I discussed at length, what traits were a necessity to the experience.

<sub>[ it is beginning to make sense, perhaps, how angel devil has managed to teach himself to be a person in such a weird way.

he floats over beside a few traits, as he points them out-- ]</sub>

Rocky, uneven terrain! This is just obvious. Otherwise you're not climbing, you're walking.

Elevation! I took into account, of course, your dislike of open air; there are places of rough footing, but no true gaps, until you reach the top.

A spiraling path! Ascent of a peak is characterized by a meandering route that works with the grain of the terrain, not against, yes? Even I know that, and I hardly enjoy to be acquainted with the things, myself.