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[terrantides]

Location: temple of auon When: early afternoon Open: to all in arlesia || @terastart​

She always preferred a day of calm over a day of battle. The return of their people after the attack on the strangers didn’t sit well. It left her feeling unsettled and restless even more so with their her high priestess missing.  Lupercalia was a welcome distraction. Leading a group of priestess about the temple yard as they decorated for the festivities. Greeting all who came to offer tides and gifts to the Goddess alter. As tentative as it was there was peace; even if it was fleeting. Taking a seat at on the temple steps, she quietly worked on some of the floral crowns and garlands they would bestow on those who came. A strong breeze knocking one of her flower baskets over. Sending them scattering across the temple yard. Feet bare she ran after them, other following suit. Light laughter surrounding them at this unexpected but playful moment. The Priestess of Auon stopping short of bumping into the visiter. 

“Be pleased,” her smile genuine and full.  Placing the garland she held over their head and around their neck. “ It would seem The Tempest wanted us to take a break. My apologies, have you come for Offering.” 

[heldgrief-deactivated20210415]

𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏:   the  library. 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐:   anyone  in  tera.

          “   i’m  afraid  a  few  sections  are  in  recovery  from  the  past  few  days,  but  if  there’s  something  specific  you’re  looking  for,  i  can  try  to  help  ?   ”     devastation  is  the  only  thing  donny  feels  in  regards  to  the  loss  of  some  books  that  didn’t  survive  the  storm  or  the  attack.   there  were  far  more  things  to  worry  about  in  tera,  of  course,  but  books  meant  something  special  to  him.   they  carried  vital  information  that  even  a.r.t.  didn’t  hold  on  some  occasions.   he  was  keeping  himself   busy  trying  to  repair  the  damage  dealt  to  some  of  the  pages  &  covers.

[hxartlcss]

Open to all in Tera | The Infirmary | @terastart

August didn’t like that he was back at the infirmary once again but he was praying this was the last time. He just needed the all clear and this damn weird boot thing from his ankle and he could get back to work, limp be dammed. It wasn’t like they didn’t need him and Helena was never going to let him back without a note from the doc. His wait seemed like a long one though, the infirmary full once again from people who had been injured in the attack on them, an attack he hadn’t been able to do anything about which only made his mood worse. Turning his head to the seat next to him August gave a small huff. “So what they got you in here for?” 

[roansolum]

Mugs & Jugs Tavern | @terastart​ Open to Arlesians and any in Arleisa 

Roan was glad to be back in Arlesia. If for no reason other than it meant if he wanted to vanish by himself he was more than capable and he wasn’t having to worry about every Gryphon that they had taken with him. So he preferred the animals to people? He also had pointy ears unlike some of the people around him and that was fine too, he was just different. Settling himself into a stool at the tavern though, Roan found himself at one of the few places he never felt that odd, probably because everyone was a little drunk. “I’ll take a whiskey please.” He hummed, eyes turning to the person next to him. “Celebrating?” 

[danicamden]

𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏:   anywhere  in  tera. 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐:   terrans.

           she’s  sure  the  ever - changing  weather  of  abellio  was  beginning  to  stir  up  a  bit  of  a  sickness  in  her.   dani  isn’t  feeling  very  well  &  she  can’t  tell  if  it’s  because  of  the  sunburn  that’s  left  patches  of  red  scattered  across  her  body  or  because  of  the  lack  of  heat  at  night  when  her  so - called  boyfriend  uses  all  the  blankets  for  himself.     “   oh,  no.   i’m  good,  thanks.   ”     the  sight  of  food  makes  her  stomach  churn,  but  she  still  flashes  a  smile.   the  shade  she’d  found  was  at  least  enough  to  keep  her  cool  until  the  sun  fell.     “   this  heat  sucks.   if  it  gets  any  worse,  we’ll  all  end  up  as  small  piles  of  ashes.   ”     at  least  tera  could  provide  amenities  that  helped  soothe  the  sudden  change  in  temperatures,  but  that  didn’t  mean  all  of  their  problems  were  fixed.

[remi-parsons]

Remi was in the middle of making a list of supplies she would need to pick up after work when she heard the bell out front ring, singling that the café was actually open and would soon see the morning rush of customers. She’d already been at work for hours, early mornings being one of the several high prices of being a baker. 

She leaned over to open the lower oven door and used a towel to pull out a fresh batch of pastries. She was actually glad the place was open for business, as this latest batch was something she’d been experimenting with and she was ready for public feedback. After assembling them on a large plate in an attractive manner, she headed out to the front of the shop. 

“Excuse me, who wants a free pastry… with a secret ingredient?” she asked out to the small group of customers that had gathered near the counter, most either waiting to order or waiting on the coffee they’d just paid for. 

[drakekalashnyk]

TOMATOES.

Location: Ranch. Side: Outlands. Open for: All Outlanders.

[Triggers: Eyeball Horror/Ideations?]

Drake’s never been the best of cooks – Delilah’s the chef of the two of them, but he likes to think he’s got the better taste. (he managed to wife her afterall, whilst she’s stuck with him.) And whilst the sawbone traipses through the farm, it’s noticeable that he’s busying his time with greenery and falsely posing as a greenthumb. Kalashnyk’s just waiting for the yell of Medic, stat, that encourages his move to the medical tent. Craves that sensation in his chest that comes when he’s got control of life and death again; a little twisted in his intentions when faced with those on his operating table – in the outlands case, the makeshift kind. The doctor has to settle for the ideations of such things instead, looks at the ripe tomatoes hanging on stalks, fastened in place by poles as vines wrap around and make prey of the fastening.

He imagines wrapping his fingers around it, squeezing the juices through fingertips – a watery red that’s not quite the same shade as the one he’s fantasising over, but it’s the right kind of texture to swap it out for an eyeball, how easy it is for even just a fingernail to slip and split the delicate folds of one of man’s favoured organs. Last thing they ever see, Drake hovering over them with a hint of a smirk, perhaps.

But whilst he imagines that, the tomato he plucks from the vine isn’t cut by his nails, instead – bitten into, squelches with a vigour that when he pulls back from the edge of the Ranch’s field, there’s a shadow in his peripheries, obscures the sun beaming down on him whilst warming the back of his neck. 

“You should try one of these, they’re ripe,” he remarks with some afterburn of amusement to ihs own thoughts. Drake’s not considered the act of actually taking one unpermitted, but he’s sure someone would have told him prior to walking up the lengths of the fields on his exploration, not to help himself – though it is just one tomato. Thumb comes up to his chin to catch the stray tomato juice before it spills down his top, side smiles the newcomer as though he hasn’t just turned fruit and vegetation into something its not.

He debates looking for the squashes next – stomach growls quietly at the thought, knowing Lilah’s probably got something already on back at their place. Kalashnyk takes another bite of the half destroyed tomato, glances at the stranger now; waits for their input, if they have any.

[splinterapollo]

CAVE-IN

Location: Mt. Lumina. Side: Outlands. Open for: All Outlanders

The thing that separates Mount Lumina from everywhere else that Splint finds himself lost in, is exactly that. He can get lost – the Sky Cliffs are a little too known now, most crevasses climbed; busy with those training to slip through without having to engage in the usual banterful and aggravating conversation that he lives for. Arcadia’s busy, lively – like there’s something a little more than grey clouds overhead that they’re hiding; not their fault, his more than theirs. Practically blameless is the citizens when it’s not their directive to act and protect to the same degree those who had jobs that day were – Splint wonders what Rory and River are thinking of them now.

Boots scratch the dusty floor between uneven openings of Lumina, Flint’s trying to recall his steps as he makes them – so he can find his way out again, crawls into small openings, ducks and dives under the more jagged of edges as streams of light don’t quite make all that’s ahead visible. He’s caught his bow on a couple rocks already, has to manoeuvre to compensate for it and his quiver strapped to his backside because he simply refused to leave it behind. There’s this rumbling he’s sure he can hear, shakes the cliffs under his hand as the chalky outer layer of Lumina brushes off on his palms and leaves them an off shade of orange – reminds him of some kind of sandstone; at least busies his mind from everything else.

Until that rumbling loudens beyond the point of ignorance.

Comes at him fast as he clambers over a dusty rock and hears it levelling off above him.

Landslide – or at least, a weakened part of the Mount coming down. Instincts kick in, he dives forward along the thin lane, rolls without thinking of how much momentum he’s given and hears the crashing of shattering rocks behind him – a sharp pain that nicks at the back of his calf when he spins around to see the damage. Hopes its not enough to block off his route.

But he sees a figuration first.

“Hey – move!” Shit. Lurches forward like he’s some goddamn hero who won’t feel the pain of crumbling rocks if they hit him, Splinter collides with something – whether it’s the person, he’s got no idea, but there’s no agony, yet.

Apollo hits the ground, grunts at the force, one arm above his head as though trying to stop the any major damages before he assesses the situation. He’s still calling out: “Are you blind? – I mean, OK, but –” he’s stammering because he’s panting; rise in adrenaline where he’s gradually realising the ranger might have to come up with a new exit strategy from the Lumina. Doesn’t even think about how he’s still practically on the floor himself. “Are you OK, is what I mean,”

[marsroxx]

Open to: All terrans Where:   Pandemic

Rory had convinced one of the sentinels to take him out, and while it was odd wandering around the city that was holding them prisoner it was also a relief to be outside of the barracks for more than a few minutes at a time. They found themselves at Pandemic, Rory settling in to watch the movie that was playing on the hologram while his escort was busy flirting with a bartender. For a moment, Rory could almost pretend that he wasn’t being held prisoner, maybe that he’d never even left Tera in the first place. 

“Can’t believe how much I missed watching TV.” He offered to his neighbor at the bar. “You seen this one before?” He asked, gesturing to the hologram.

[terrantides]

let the games begin

Location: Barracks- Wreck Room

Open to all terrans : @terastart​

This wasn’t what she’d expected. Taken as a prisoner but not really. She was trapped in a large dorm-style room with Rory, but it was a spare cadet quarter. Small for two, but they made it work. A few hours each day, a Sentinel came and took them down to what appeared to be a wreck room of sorts. It looked like an old training room they converted, so their prisoners had a place to play.

Of course, this was for one of a few reasons. Either to give them time to stretch their legs and busy their minds with tedious things. Whether that was working on a puzzle. Reading or playing chess– there wasn’t much else to do. No tech, nothing they could use to contact someone outside of the Barracks. The other reason was when they had a visitor. Today, River had company, joy.

“Don’t tell me,” she began taking a seat at the table that held a chessboard. “ – your curious to see the Outlander the council refuses to kill? Believe me, you aren’t the only one shocked by that plot twist.”

[danicamden]

𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏:   outside  cafe  society. 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐:   terrans.

          “   you’re  such  a  drag  in  the  morning.   ”     dani  commented,  but  mostly  playfully,  as  she  exited  through  the  doors  of  the  cafe.   it  must  be  annoying  for  others  to  see  her  have  such  a  hop  in  her  step  at  such  ungodly  hours,  but  she  didn’t  particularly  care.     “   and  i  think  you’re  addicted  to  that  stuff,  too.   ”     the  dramatized  observation  spilled  with  no  intent  on  actually  scolding  the  other.   dani  had  her  own  pick - me - ups  that  she  can’t  be  bothered  to  drop  anytime  soon.     “   remind  me  to  stop  at  my  place  and  pick  up  a  pillow  for  your  inevitable  crash  later  on.   ”

[veneumfm]

location: the black. open to: all terrans.

halfway  through  an  intense  game  of  poker,  finley’s  palms  were  increasingly  sweaty  and  he  was  sure  his  opponent  was  cheating.  after  all,  he  could  sense  dodgyness  from  a  mile  off,  thanks  to  his  father.  a  glass  of  straight  whiskey  in  hand,  he  knocked  it  back  without  a  second-thought.  no  grimace  presenting  across  his  features  as  the  liquid  slid  down  his  throat.  he  wasn’t  a  sore  loser,  he  had  superb  sportsmanship  but  this  game  was  beginning  to  fall  into  a  line  of  tricks.  tricks  he  couldn’t  be  asked  for. 

poker  was  a  painstakingly  slow  game,  both  players  had  to  immerse  themselves  in  full  concentration  or  risk  losing  mounds  of  money.  angered  by  the  other,  his  opposite  became  distracted  by  a  disgruntled  observer  who  was  ten  pints  down  and  wobbling  around  wrecking  the  joint.  tapping  his  fingers  impatiently  against  the  surface  of  the  poker  table,  he  soon  stood  and  clarified  that  their  game  was  over. 

pushing  himself  from  the  bench,  he  swivelled  to  join  another  crowd  of  onlookers.  but  it  wasn’t  long  before  his  attention  was  soon  drawn  back  to  the  previous  player  and  the  drunk  when  a  burst  of  rage  filled  the  room,  both  shouting  at  one  another  and  causing  others  in  the  vicinity  to  jump.  “  whoa,  dude.  you  need  to  chill. “  he  grasped  the  shoulder  of  his  previous  opponent.  gaze  shifting  to  another  observer  to  symbolise  he  needed  some  kind  of  help  in  settling  the  pair  of  banshees. 

[marsroxx]

Location: Cadet Floor Open to:  All Terrans 

Rory had lost track of the days, but for however long he had been there it had felt like an eternity.  The only thing distracting him from mind-numbing boredom was being sick with concern for his family and the other Outlanders. He hadn’t heard anything about what it was like out there and his mind had concocted a million worst-case scenarios that kept him awake at night. On top of all this, he hadn’t the faintest clue as to what they intended to do with him and River, or how long they would keep them here in Teran custody. 

Hearing footsteps, Rory stood from his cot and walked to the edge of his confinement. “Come on, somebody here has to tell us something.” He pleaded, his face twisted with worry. He doubted that whoever it was had come to release them but he’d take any kind of information they could offer him about their plight. “I need to get back to my family. I need to make sure they’re okay. Could you- Can you at least send a message?” 

[interstxllcr]

location: wherever there are bodies time: right after pt 2 events; consequences open: to all; feel free to pre-establish a connection  

The boulder at his back was cold as he watched a council member, Emerson, as he recalled, address her people. Not enough time had passed that Gene could switch from survival mode, but he stood still enough and was used to appearing, at least on the surface, like he was in control of himself. He crossed his arms, straightening when a few Terrans glanced his way when Emerson spoke of the Outlanders pig-headedness, but overall, none that knew him less than intimately could guess what thoughts were running through his mind. His cheek hurt, blood seeping from various wounds and a gnarly gash at his side would need a Sawbone’s salve, but he was breathing. Which was more than he could say for the bodies strewn around. Once Emerson’s display of power and control– the council’s claws reintroduced and clutching to their sweet little Terrans– Gene finally started to move, dragging the dead Outlanders to create a pile to take back.  

 “You look like shit.” Gene had glanced up as someone approached, he’d been in the midst of dragging a dead Terran out of the way so he could get to the Outlander beneath. When he righted himself, hands landing on his hips to take a breather, he saw stars flickering in his eyes. “Guess it’ll be a bit before our company’ll be enjoyed again.” Spoken in a customarily Gene fashion, his words were dripping in mock disappointment, not burdened by the carnage around him. 

[marinfms]

𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏:   within  the  walls  of  tera. 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐:   terrans.

          “   make  it  quick,  please.   ”     eyes  don’t  stray  from  the  reports  in  her  hands  as  she  made  her  way  out  of  her  office  &  out  of  the  building.   the  security  breach  was  one  of  her  worst  nightmares,  a  truly  dreadful  situation  that  occurred  while  the  system  was  under  her  partial  command.   since  the  breach,  marin  had  barely  slept   –––   that  much  was  clear  from  the  obvious  bags  beneath  her  eyes.   she  had  returned  every  ounce  of  focus  back  to  her  job  as  she  tried  to  fix  the  heart  murmur  that  had  shone  through  tera  just  a  little  over  a  day  ago.   attention  is  torn  from  the  reports,  one  hand  lifting  to  close  the  folder  as  she  pulled  herself  to  a  stop  to  face  the  other.     “   do  you  need  something  ?   ”

[deputy-noel]

Location: De Luca’s Open to:  All Terrans Event:      Consequences

This was a day of mourning for many, but for Noel it was a day of celebration. He didn’t actually believe that the Outlanders had set those horrible creatures after them on purpose, based on the fact that they had potentially suffered from the attack worse than those from Tera had. While the consequences of the attack were undoubtedly devastating for both sides, Tera had superior resources to recuperate their losses. Despite disbelieving that the Outlanders had caused this, Noel was still grateful that other Terrans were finally thinking of the rebellion as being hostile to their way of life. Defectors didn’t deserve their tolerance or help.

Hunched over a cleared plate at De Luca’s bar, Noel reached for the drink that the bartender had poured for him. He was physically sore from being partially trampled and thrown around during the attack, the palm of his hand covered in angry red marks that he pressed against the cool of the glass. He lifted the drink and tipped his head back to down the contents of it, his face twisting in disgust like he’d just bitten into a spoiled lemon. “Oh god, that is not- that’s not my order.” He shook his head with antipathy, setting the glass on the bar and shoving it towards his neighbor without bothering to apologize. “I think that must’ve been yours.” 

[ebeneezer-splooge]

Benny was three sheets to the wind when all hell broke loose. 

Confusion and panic swelled in tandem, crashing wave after wave in a deafening buzz. He scrambled to his feet and stumbled through mud and underbrush, propelled forward by the irrepressible crush of bodies and his own drunken persistence. The screams around him reached a crescendo and he instinctively dove for the nearest semblance of cover. All the air knocked out of his lungs when his back hit the tree, his clammy hands unscrewing the cap of his flask by reflex. It wasn’t until he had a mouthful of rum by the time he realized he wasn’t alone in his hiding place, nearly jumping out of his skin as he traded terrified looks with his companion. Silently, he offered his flask with raised brows, trying to communicate with his eyes that death would be so much sweeter if they were all hammered.