I've been chillin' out on a star with my 5 star view

[lucetimods]

Who: All draftees
What: The space battle commences
When: After 3PM on the 19th to the 23rd
Where: In Space! On the Moon!
Summary: The battle finally begins! First there's asteroids to take down, then we finally arrive!
Rating: SPACE

MORE SPACE

All the details you need are here, so read up on it. This didn't get mentioned before, but you can tag the cultists instead of killing them. Details on this are on a previous draft post. Using the scanners are optional!

There will be a thread for interacting with NPCs, but they may not all go up at once, so keep an eye out for them.

Note: A log for the events in the village will go up on the 21st, in time for the hurricane and droid incursion.

Comments

[herotypical]

"India. The Bollywood place is India."

[all7seas]

"That's the one! That film about that wedding when they dance."

[herotypical]

"Jack. Pretty sure you just described every Bollywood movie that's been made. Ever."

[all7seas]

"Hopefully it won't take you THAT long to heal up and be my healthy Annie once more."

Never mind the fact that he might not be in the mood for those sorts of films after finding out about Archie and Elizabeth.

[herotypical]

"Maybe I'll fake it just to keep the cold drinks coming."

[all7seas]

"Maybe I'll simply dump them over your head in buckets."

[herotypical]

"...You wouldn't."

Aha. A spark.

[all7seas]

"Or just one big huge large-ish bucket. And it would be filled with lemon squash and ice."

He wouldn't; but this was certainly a more fun bent of conversation than bloodmade weapons and death penalties.

"Make you all lemony-sour."

[herotypical]

"And sticky. You forgot sticky. Eugh."

[all7seas]

"Mmhmm. Easier to keep you grounded that way, all sticky and such. More better for watching the spectacular dance-y pageantry of my people.


Mum's. Mum's people."

[herotypical]

"...We're gonna get ants. And it's gonna be your fault. And they'll eat Seven and then I'll be homeless and so will everyone else and it's still gonna be your fault."

Note how carefully she did not approach the other subject. The subject of parents -- mom or dad or otherwise.

[all7seas]

"You, most beautiful, shall never be homeless whilst I am there to upend some sort of barrow over your head.


And a plant. We'll have a plant. A fern."

That was fine -- he was good with avoiding that topic for now as well.

[herotypical]

"...I'm so not going to live under a wheelbarrow with you. Fern or no fern."

She risked the attempt to nuzzle a little bit closer. It was worth the ache.

[all7seas]

"We'll find another place, then. A not-under-something place." There was a small knot tying and untying itself in his gut, and Jack tried to ignore it. He tried to dream them a place, much as he had dreamed their children.

There were two very healthy potted ferns on the kitchen counter, just beneath the window.

[herotypical]

"Something with a view. And a walk-in closet."

Paradoxically, planning for the impossible made planning a little more possible. Mentally. Emotionally.

[all7seas]

"And a weapons room. And a place where J--

A sunny room in the back."

[herotypical]

Buffy sighed. His figments, now. Not hers.

"And I've always wanted a breakfast nook. I don't even know what one is. I think that's part of the allure."

[all7seas]

"Is this nook a tiny place wherein one might breakfast?" Why on earth would anyone want that?





She WAS small.

[herotypical]

Here was an ideal world being constructed. Certainly. Better than a hospital room.

"Maybe. I bet there's a napkin holder on the table. A classy one. Not...not like the metal ones in diners."

[all7seas]

"Bet there's waffles on the table as well. Big, puffy ones." It was so easy to warm up to this game.

[herotypical]

"Belgian. Home-made. With caramelized apples. And..."

Her stomach grumbled. A flicker of happiness managed to jumpstart her appetite.

[all7seas]

Jack's stomach grumbled, too. "Right. You had me at caramelized apples, woman."

[herotypical]

"Hell. I had me at caramelized apples, too."

Maybe they could have an apple tree -- in the front yard. A tall one. With a tire swing on it. That sounded nice. Only Buffy didn't know...

"Hey. Do apple trees grow big and strong enough to hold tire swings?" There were a multitude of reasons why asking Jack this question was not the brightest of decisions. Oh well.

[all7seas]

"I'll build swings for them," Jack promised, suddenly falling serious. "For....aye. In the apple tree."

[herotypical]

Them. Her groan was easily disguised as being pain-inspired.

"Maybe swings. Maybe. One day."

If the world settled down (even an ideal world could be vampire infested, surely).