Week one

[letsplayamod]

You've all met Athena, and she's made her point quite clear. She's fully committed to making this world better, and you're the ones who agreed to lend a hand. Something she's obviously quite thankful for.

It's really not so bad around here. Despite the sky, and the state of the land, things are fairly calm. You've got plenty of time to get used to it, and each other. Maybe this'll be easier than it seems.

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[rockymountaindie]

[ It's a beautiful, overcast day, there are NOT bullets flying everywhere, and there are the sound of Alex's screams coming from the cornucopia. It must be a day ending in y! (laugh track)


Except, maaaaybe they're kind of warranted, considering they're joined by panicked, reptilian screeching? If you decide to approach, you can see a wyvern, brown and saddled, flapping around above the cornucopia, clearly disoriented. ]

—the fuck, a fucking dragon?!

[ So like. Neither one of them are having a good time right now.

After all that is...settled, Alex regroups to take some inventory of the things he's got. It's...mostly pretty useless. But, as a boy who—at least once upon a time—really likes knickknacks, it does draw his attention. He can be found outside the scroll room, like just kind of sitting against the wall and looking over his haul, sans Wyvern.

His lip curls at the memorabilia t-shirt ("Tacky" he mutters) and he has properly disposed of the death trap known as the banana peel but everything else has him varying levels of interested to bemused. ]

Just a crayon? [ He snorts, holding it up. ] Alllright, whatever.

[ There's one item that he sees and has...an idea about, immediately.

So, after all this, when the day's getting late, he goes and seeks out Lebkuchen, a dusty bible under his arm. ]

cornucopia

[markofnobility]

[The high pitched raptor-like screams are picked up by Ferdinand all the way across the temple, and he takes off running to find them, coming across Alex also screaming]

Alex, are you alright?!

[rockymountaindie]

[ Alex, oh-so-eloquently, screams: ] A dragon?! L-like, c'mon, a dragon?!?

[ we're doing great here ferdinand ]

[markofnobility]

Drag-

[The roar again, right above them, and Ferdinand looks up]

A wyvern! I thought that is what I heard.

[He raises an arm, like a mother keeping their unseat-belted car passenger in place, as he stares up at the beast, eyes narrowed to try and get any details. But it's too high up and too panicked in it's flight to see well.]

Stay still. If it's wild it may try to swoop.

[rockymountaindie]

[ Despite his general panic and demeanor, the instant Ferdinand gives him an instruction related to survival, Alex immediately obliges, going utterly and completely still.

Through the side of his mouth: ] I-it had a- something on it, like a- a saddle.

[markofnobility]

A saddle... could it be...?

[he brings his other hand to his mouth, putting his fingers to his mouth and giving a sharp whistle. The wyvern looks down at them, then swoops down-

- only to land right next to them]

... Derick!!

[Oh Ferdinand sounds like a puppy just ran up to him]

[rockymountaindie]

[ Alex just fully stops breathing as the wyvern begins its descent. He would be looking at Ferdinand with huge, scandalized eyes if he could bring himself to tear them away from the beast that he was just warned about. All he can do is make a few incredulous noises that could possibly be the beginnings of dude what the fuck are you doing—but then the wyvern lands next to them, and Ferdinand has begun regarding it as if it's his long-lost dog.

Which. Maybe it is, in this comparison.

After a few long moments where his brain reboots, mentally running through every way he could die in the next ten seconds, Alex coughs out: ]

Derick?

SCROLL ROOM

[latinumsbetter]

[Quark's just heading back in after being outside near the bonfire at his impromptu shop. When he notices Alex, he brightens, already turning towards him when he notices the stuff sitting in front of him. At that, his expression turns to keen interest]

I see you got several new things as well.

[rockymountaindie]

[ Sorting, sorting... Alex glances up. ]

Yeah, it's mostly junk. [ But he says that with kind of a fondness. He likes junk, after all. Or, well. He did. ] 'Cept for the literal dragon, but, he's Ferdinand's problem now.

[latinumsbetter]

The what now? [a little distractedly as he looks through what Alex has got...and his eyes catch on a bottle of something that looks distinctly alcoholic. He squats down next to it, reaching out to pick it up so he can take a look at it]

[rockymountaindie]

The dragon. Well, Ferdinand called him a wyvern. Looked pretty similar to me. You'll hear him eventually, screechin' up a storm.

[ A beat. ]

You recognize that?

[latinumsbetter]

[Quark blinks, once.] Is that what that screeching was all about?

[as for that bottle]

Recognize, not exactly, but I think I know a bottle of alochol when I see one. [He arches an eyebrow at Alex] May I?

[rockymountaindie]

Sure was. [ :| ]

...Ohhh, bartender with no alcohol... [ Alex clicks his tongue thoughtfully. ] You want it?

take me home country roads... that is wildcard.

[phototraces]

[Wendy has been relatively calm compared to Alex this week, at least on the surface. She didn't really want to get labeled as hysterical again... so she hid her panic, pressing it down and aside.

There hadn't been any real omens yet, anyway. So, why would she--then she saw the CD. She didn't recognize it; well the particular disc anyway. Everyone and their grandma had a copy of a Have a Nice Decade CD... but the contents of it, the way it was clearly warped by heat...

Love Rollercoaster by the Ohio Players. I Will Survive by Gloria Gaynor. Superstition by Stevie Wonder. You Ain't Seen Nothing Yet by the Bachman-Turner Overdrive.

It made her skin crawl. She managed to get the CD back from Vanity but she couldn't take her eyes off it. So she wandered. Wandered and almost ran into Alex. She jumped, startled like a deer in the headlights of a speeding car.]

Alex...god, Alex... something is going to happen...! Look--

[She shoves the CD into his sweaty hands.]

[rockymountaindie]

[ Alex doesn't recognize what Wendy shoves at him, not with any real significance. He doesn't know this particular CD either, but he does see it's melted, which has him on edge, and he does see those song titles.

He puts out his hands to right Wendy, while he asks— ]

An omen. You recognize this?

[ It sucks that he doesn't sound really surprised, just disappointed. ]

[phototraces]

[She points out Love Rollercoaster. But she shakes her head...then adds:]

There was a fire at a tanning salon. Those places have CDs all over the place for the clients to use while they're tanning... I didn't ever see the fire itself and that's not the, um, omen I saw for them but...

[She had went to a tanning salon with Julie the year before grad night. It was a sister's thing, they were going to the coast to visit relatives. Julie wasn't going with Amber or Perry so she wanted Wendy to try it. She felt silly in a bathing suit but... she remembered there was a CD player. It made sense that those poor girls... She swallowed.]

[rockymountaindie]

[ Alex grimaces. A fire at the tanning salon. Yeah, that sure sounds like Death. ]

But it was there. You can feel it, can't you?

[ From his pocket, Alex withdraws the magazine scrap he'd gotten back from Vanity. He holds it in one cupped hand. 'Tod.' ]

Mine was more direct. This is the first sign I really saw, and knew what it meant.

[ The same fucking kind of message. ]

[phototraces]

[She doesn't know the details. She wasn't there like the other deaths but she can guess... Ashley and Ashlyn didn't deserve that.]

Yeah. Yeah, I can. I can't tell you why but--you get it.

[For once she doesn't have to explain. She takes a deep breath. Tod Wagner.]

I... mine were photos I took of people at Grad Night.

[rockymountaindie]

Photos. And they had something in 'em that you could follow after, when you looked later?

[ Huh. That's different. But then, Alex thinks he's kind of... ]

I saw flashes of stuff, other times. Like a...reflection that wasn't there. Or lightning in fire.

[ His skin's crawling. Wendy knows. Wendy's like him. She saw it, like him. But still, he feels like it's wrong to be talking to anyone else about this but Clear. ]

THAT'S ME

[brokenhabit]

[ When Alex finds Lebkuchen she's once again standing in front of her statue, the flowers around her feet flourishing. Her hands are neatly joined in front of her skirt and this time she seems to be looking at the statue itself rather than just the plaque. ]

[rockymountaindie]

[ Ah, the creepy statues... Alex grimaces a little as he spies his own, but he wipes it off his face easily enough, clearing his throat. ]

Uhhh, Le- Lebku- um- [ aw fuck he can't say it. ] Hi?

[brokenhabit]

Oh! [ She stands up a little straighter. ] Hello.

It's Alex, right? You can just say Leb if it's easier.

[rockymountaindie]

[ Nodding to her own question, first, and. ] You sure? I think I can get it if you say it for me.

[brokenhabit]

[ She's about to insist it's all right but then pauses and thinks about it.

... ]

...All right.

Lebkuchen.

[ She says it a little more slowly to help him try and get it. ]

[rockymountaindie]

Lebkuchen. Leb-ku-chen, Lebkuchen.

[ He repeats a few times. Nods to himself. ]

Thanks. I'm sure I'm not the only one havin' trouble, but... If we're gonna be uh, working together, I at least wanna try getting everyone's names kind of right.