That's it for now!

[oi_theoi]

Who: Everyone
When: Day 112, late morning and on
Where: Headed Northward
What: A bit of normalcy

[Having switched routes from the preset course that was previously taking everyone southwest, the HQ now drifts steadily northward on manual navigation.

If one sticks their heads out onto the balcony and looks back, they can see the shape of a great feathered beast, her blue, green, and red feathers gleaming along a strangely serpentine body as she glides down on wings that dwarf the HQ. A few blasts of wind and a deep rumbling sound buffet the building, vibrating it a bit as she lands in the distance, followed by a haze of red shapes that rise off her and spread out over the area that the HQ once occupied.

There may be a tense moment while one waits to see if any of those red spots in the distance change course to pursue, but after maybe about half an hour of watching it becomes clear that for the time being none of those particular lizagons are interested.

The HQ drifts on, the jungle moving by below like a sea of green. It seems for now the HQ can finally have some peace. What will you do with the rest of the day?]


((ooc: A MINGLE TO BRING US BACK TO NORMAL PLAY. The HQ will be traveling at about 20-25 mph and take at least 4 or 5 IC days to clear the jungle, so in that time everyone is free to go back to regular posting! We'll be doing a more thorough summary and announcement stuff later on to catch everyone up to where we're at. Thanks to everyone who participated!))

Comments

[intellectum]

What a relief.

[untempered]

And I assume you would be more sympathetic if I passed out.

[intellectum]

You make it sound like I'm deeply unsympathetic.

[untempered]

[laughs quietly, kissing his forehead]

Sorry, dearest. That's not my intent.

[intellectum]

Well, good.

[untempered]

I'm going back to get lunch ready. We could eat it out here, enjoy the view?

[intellectum]

All right.

[untempered]

[AND THEN THEY DID LUNCH ON THE BALCONY AND EVERYTHING WAS SWEET]

[intellectum]

[cuties]

[untempered]

[later, in the middle of the night]

[intellectum]

[Xavier tosses and turns, not making a sound, but shifting irregularly. There's a seeping sensation of discomfort though]

[untempered]

[that discomfort bleeds through, and Noric blinks awake in the darkness. he frowns at the ceiling until he feels Xavier shift again, then turns his head to look at him.]

[intellectum]

[he shifts onto his side, his hands covering his ears as if to block out some unknown sound]

[untempered]

[. . . reaches out and puts his hand on Xavier's shoulder, lightly.]

[intellectum]

[he trembles]

[untempered]

[tightens his grip, and shakes him slightly.]

Xavier.

[intellectum]

[he jerks, a flicker of terror before it winks out]

Noric.

[untempered]

[shifts his hand up to rest against his neck]

Yes. It's all right.

[intellectum]

[blinks, unseeing]

It's so quiet.

[untempered]

[worrying...]

You were having a nightmare.

[intellectum]

A nightmare?

[untempered]

I think so.

[intellectum]

No, the noise was...[he stiffens] Yes, of course. Just a nightmare.

[untempered]

...what noise?

[intellectum]

Noric...