#doc martinez

[ringford-adventures]

This. This is tasty. Delicious.

But why would we ever WANT the Wither to stop? We love Efflorescence. It has made everything better. Consumption is just the final goal. The final step in the cycle, before it repeats again. Consumption is what we desire the most. Simply nature at its finest.

Besides, Wither won't be around forever, so they say. Why keep it safe? We can go further.

Wither. Effloresce. Consume.

-Viper Zoologist

A note of current affairs from the team:

I have seen the cycle, time and time again. I'm way older than the rest of these punks! Not Urrlok-old, but I'm OLD! I'm not letting this weather continue to destroy us, and this snake WILL NOT just get to sit back and let us get infected. They've got some real nerve, pushing this Corruption narrative...

We have to call upon those killed by this brutal cycle if we could ever hope to end it. The souls full of fury and despair.

-Lindsey Bodden

Another note, stuck right beside this one...

I concur! Supernatural forces are quite good at overpowering nature. I should know. I've recreated the philosopher's stone. With my own latex-covered hands.

-Doc Martinez

A nearly indecipherable scrawl accompanies this, writted in sharp, angular strokes of mud.

Translated by Doc Martinez...

AS FIRST EFFLORESCED, WE HAVE TO TAKE THINGS UP ON THE LEVELS OF THE COMMISSIONERS. CALL PAM. IMMEDIATELY. PAM WILL BE MORE PREPARED. HOPE STILL EXISTS.

-Xavier Steele

An addendum, written in sap and thorns, in a thuggish, Morris Fletcher sort of way...

robot girl. robos, need your opinion.

A spill of pink oil across the post.

LOTS of things have happened to me against my will here! I never signed up for half of this! I signed up to bring justice!!!

-MIDNIGHT

i think i hauve trojen

-D. Nikolaeva

[ringford-adventures]

What happened to Doc Martinez. They look totally different now. Their hair is lighter and wavier, and they're a lot less lanky. They took off that labcoat, something they never do. Their whole color scheme looks a lot more balanced.

Maybe I'm just imagining it.

Asher Valenzuela: I never thought I would be in the spotlight...

Doc Martinez: Your pitching skills ARE superior. But also, this plan requires complete and total focus from me. I need to create the perfect rose bush.

My botany skills FINALLY come into play! All I need is to expose a white lily to a soil composed of 70% water... crossbreed the result with an orchid... expose the offspring to ultraviolet rays, then expose the offspring of THAT offspring to special growth hormones. The seeds it bears should be garden rose seeds! BIG ones, at that.

Asher Valenzuela: I'm no doctor, but I AM a backyard biologist. That's not how plants work.

Doc Martinez: That's because you're normal. You don't get results by being normal! Get out of your comfort zone and step onto the mound, kid!

Asher Valenzuela: Easy for you to say, Doc.

[ringford-adventures]

Last night, we sat under the stars.

Doc Martinez mused about their past in alche-- chemistry, and how much their laboratory needs a grant from somewhere.

Monica Melton is surprisingly good at playing the harmonica. Claude Wilkerson couldn't stand it, though, so she only got to play for a good minute before he buzzed his wings and gave her a death glare. They agreed she could play for 15 minutes, and no more, on their next roadtrip together.

Selena Singleton took pictures of the castle at night. She also snuck in a photo of Marc Clout leaning against a fence, exuding coolness.

Aspiring game developer Dean Leon thought navigating from star to star in the night sky as a fish would make a fun tech demo. His games have been improving, but they are microscopically short.

Polycarp Friedman, the cauldron, told us about the religion of its home, where cats fall from the sky as shooting stars, and cats are the ultimate celestial beings. Midnight Arends was so proud and cocky for the rest of the night, basking its plastic fur under the new moon.

Kristen Kirk allowed some of her giant falcons to fly freely. She's reasonably worried about them going extinct one day. Monica helped her catalogue some of the local owls and starlings in the area. And one very weird bat that Morris Fletcher called a "puppy".

Morris Fletcher shared stories from his time as a thief and con man. This one time, he met the "most gullible mouse this side of the thorn bush", and right when he and his friends ambushed him, the mouse was saved by a knight on horseback! It was pretty embarrassing for an old geezer like him.

Midnight sighed, saying that tonight would have been much better had there been fireworks. Doc Martinez threw a hunk of caesium into Polycarp Friedman. Lindsey Bodden started firing lumps of rocks into the air, raining pebbles down on our tranquil field. Ye-Jin Kara tried to protect the crew by hitting back some of the rocks, but they inevitably missed a few. And got hit in the head with a blob of caesium.

That was probably enough stargazing for that night.