Good-End Visits!

[panumbra]

Who: Anyone
When: Day 146, morning
Where: Portals
What: A not-so-long awaited return

[So for those who were curious about that counter that said "6 days" a couple days ago in the portal room next to the level 3 baths, the numbers on it have been jumping around the last couple of days, up and down, as if giving a live update of the haggling that's been going on behind the scenes.

Today the numbers run all the way down to zero suddenly and then is replaced with the following:

"Duration: approx 2-3 days"

With that the portal surface starts to ripple in the way that indicates that it's become permeable, and those who wander by the area may start to get the distinct smell of salty ocean air coming through it. Those on this side who try to push through it will find that although their hand disappears through the shadow layer of the portal, something that feels sort of like saran wrap blocks their hand on the other side, stretching under their weight but not letting them through.

Not so for the other side though, and if people stick around long enough they might get a surprise.]


((ooc: OK. Pre-visit threading if you're so inclined! Otherwise everyone is free to comment to this post (normal residents too, of course)! Good-enders, please indicate you're visiting in your header so people can spot you easily. You will be allowed to visit and post freely for 2-3 IC days, which translates to maybe a little more than a week OOCly.

Questions go here.))

Comments

[hyanaimne]

Yes, quite. Bloody feelings.

[untempered]

[says nothing, just handing the bottle back. because that is the solution to feelings.]

[hyanaimne]

[yes, yes it is.

Takes a nice, long drink]

[untempered]

You said Chrono had been missing?

[hyanaimne]

[shakes her head]

He fell into one of those strange comas.

[untempered]

Ah yes, sorry. Was he well when he came to?

[hyanaimne]

He was a bit weak, but he is fine now.

[untempered]

That's good.

[hyanaimne]

Mm . . . his timing was horrible, though. I found out about Maias, and then we found him unconscious in the bedroom.

[untempered]

That really is unfortunate.

[hyanaimne]

Yes, quite. The brat.

[untempered]

I'm sure you told him off... once you weren't drunk.

[hyanaimne]

I . . . ah.

[sinks back into her hood a lil]

Not . . . quite . . .

[untempered]

No?

[hyanaimne]

I, um . . .

[mutter]

[untempered]

[takes the bottle from her, having a couple of mouthfuls. take your time.]

[hyanaimne]

[mumble mumble]

. . . askedhimtomarryme.

[untempered]

--really? So, when's the wedding?

[hyanaimne]

[HEAD IN HANDS]

I don't know. I know hardly anything about weddings and - and all that rubbish.

[untempered]

[laughs]

Well, there's no hurry. Xavier and I haven't had our third binding yet either. You can find out in the meantime.

[passes the bottle back to her]

I'm happy for you.

[hyanaimne]

[doesn't take it, still hiding]

I only know the Elven rituals and those are - those are barely a ceremony and - and - [FRUSTRATED NOISE]

. . . t-thank you.

[untempered]

[bb. rests it on the couch between them then, taking one of her hands.]

Why not come up with your own ceremony, then?

[hyanaimne]

[blinks and looks up]

. . . me?

[untempered]

Well, you and your husbands-to-be. You can all decide what you want, and just do that.

[hyanaimne]

[blink.

. . . oh no horrified face]

I - I haven't yet asked Ptou.