lucetilogs | Event Log

[It's going to be an interesting week for most inhabitants of Luceti. Grune, however, will be taking it all in stride--largely because she won't notice half of it.

She does notice, though, that this week, the garden outside of her house looks a little...different. Her housemate and best friend Norma tends to refer to her excessively extensive flower and vegetable plots as a "jungle," and as of today? Welp. That's what they are. Massive, towering plants have replaced the usual cute little flowers, and they don't look particularly friendly. While they seem to be all right with Grune tending them, it may not be the best idea to get too close....

As for Grune herself, she seems to be fairly normal--until you hear her speak or sing.]

Let us sake a little teed,
Want it gently, plater it well....

[Yes, Grune will be speaking wackbirds for the week. Hopefully everyone is good at interpreting spoonerisms!

Grune being Grune, she won't let the general weirdness interfere with her routine of wandering about, picking flowers, visiting friends, and tending gardens, so feel free to run into her just about anywhere all week long.]

I was pretty confident in my preparations for the magic group, so I decided to put that aside for the last week and get to doing what I should have been doing for a while, which is rebuilding my magical toolkit. I wanted wood for a blasting rod, plain steel rings, various forms of jewelry wire for a shield bracelet, enough metal or at least wood to finish my scale model of Luceti, and I needed the materials for the enchantments.

I didn't think I'd find them all in just four days, but looking was more likely to work than sitting on my butt all week.

[ooc note: Harry's event effect? All week he will be speaking and writing in rhyming meter. He might not notice it at first- it'll seem accidental- but later in the week it'll be downright Seussian. Luckily for Harry, it will fade on the day of the Magic Group.]

[It's morning. Early. Too early. Luna stands in the middle of the lane, her normally waving mane and tail a straight, flat matte train. She's scowling pointedly up at the sky, looking as if she's about to burst into a loud string of royal insults. Instead, what comes out is little more than a whisper.]

What is the matter with all of you? Have you no shame? The night is where you belong, not frolicking about the sun in the early morning hours! Cease this nonsense at once!

Edited 2012-07-30 14:19 (UTC)

[Sokka had been lucky for the first part of his morning. He had his breakfast, put on his training gear, washed up a bit, and prepared to head into training today. Little did he know his front door had other plans for him. Devious, evil plans. Which means he'll end up just about anywhere. Through doors smaller than usual. Which means he might be anywhere from a foot tall to three feet tall. Or perhaps at his normal size, too! Getting home has never been such an adventure. And maybe he can use some help getting back. (Feel free to make up any location you want for him to arrive, whether it's in a home or off in the mountains!)

Sokka is a little wiser to using doors the rest of the week, but sometimes they just can't be avoided. But he'll be spending a lot of time out doors. And if he's in the forest, he may end up glaring at the trees and thwacking them with his club when he walks by them. Such is life.]

[Day 1-2

Ling is fortunate enough to not use many doors. Front doors anyway. After a troublesome encounter of his bedroom door leading to the farmlands, Ling drags himself back to the house to finally get some food. When he climbs through the window, he ends up landing on the path. And he can't quite stop bouncing as he tries to find sturdy ground in the plaza area. Maybe if he can make his jump high enough, he can land on top of a shop!

Day 3

Worse yet, sometime in the week when he foolishly enters another door, he ends up standing on the north wall of community building 3. This is particularly troublesome because falling off it? That means a forty mile drop to go splat on the edge of the barrier. Anyone in the communal kitchens, on any floor, might find someone knocking on the window. He's trapped and hungry!

Day 4

On another day, he is just trying to stay home and not get into too much trouble. But after getting up from the couch... he realizes his floor is lava! Housemates or anyone who accidentally door-teleports into the house with him may help him through this crisis.]

[Door teleporting? Wolverine can't break old habits, because doors are EVERYWHERE. But sometimes, if he ends up in a place he doesn't want to be, or is close enough to where he wants to be, he may decide to forgo using the door. So nevermind this clawed man deciding to tear a new exit through your wall. It's no big deal, right? They'll just fix themselves in a few hours.]

[Cyborg isn't immune to door troubles. And he kind of ends up all over the place. But that's not the real problem. Oh no.

Everything looks delicious to him. That chair? It looks like its made out of meat. Unfortunately it also tastes that way too. So with a guy with such a voracious appetite, it may take some convincing to stop him from eating things he has no business doing.

He'll be having a serious stomach ache later.]

Ah!! H-hey! What did you do that for?

[Ginji's standing slightly to the side as his rubberized weathervane gets turned into an afternoon snack. It was bad enough the shift rendered it floppy and useless, but now...]

[Something seemed odder when Aang left the house today. Such as the fact that he was now in the middle of the forest. And speaking of the forest, when did all those trees get so big? Along with everything else? It's almost as if he's now about a foot high...

But it doesn't seem like there's that long before a familiar face appears.]

Hey Sokka!

[This tree just whispered something PRETTY RUDE and Sokka has just finished thwacking it when Aang comes along.]

Hey Aang. [He turns and gives him a half hearted, tired looking wave.] Let me guess. You walked through a door?

[Day 1]

[It's adventure time! Aang's caught in a game of musical doors. Where will he wind up next, and at what size? And what will he encounter there? There's plenty of room for adventure as he tries to find his way home or to the secondary Avatar House.]

[Days 2-4]

[Either Aang or Roku must have accidentally closed the bedroom door the night before. Now Aang has to open it and winds up in the clothing shop. And... is that the silly hat display from the other week? Something about one hat calls out to him. He can't help but put it on... except he can't take it off and doesn't want to.

Aang becomes a little more... manic than usual. He freely goes through doors and is driven by an insatiable craving for tea. Wherever he ends up, he'll be unusually inconsiderate to whoever lives where he winds up to search for some good old tea - and he'll be inviting everyone to a tea party which lands on the last day of the event. What will the turnout be? Will he ever be able to get the hat off? Find out soon, at the same Avatar time, same Avatar channel!]

[For reference: His tree rumors.]

Edited 2012-07-30 16:30 (UTC)

[With a powerful jerk, Cyborg tears a piece of it off to chew on.]

Did you want some?

[He blinks for a moment.]

How else would I leave the house?

[There is no rest for the wicked. After more than a week of being under watch by his friends because of his current 'illness,' the boredom and frustration are starting to reach annoying levels for Lupin. His experiences as a rogue and a thief predisposed him to a busy, active lifestyle--such a static existence was almost unbearable. However, he had hit a point where he had found a topic to focus entirely on that wasn't wholly worthless, for good or bad.

The confinement was starting to get better.

On the first morning Lupin leaves his bedroom with no problem. He enters the kitchen with no problem. He reaches into the refrigerator to get the pitcher of iced tea--

and is no longer in House 46.

Alas, for the remainder of the week, Lupin will never be able to return to the kitchen or his own bedroom. Every single door, window, refrigerator, or opening will take him to another random location. Truly random. Expect to find him in trees, on roof tops, in ceilings, under beds--anywhere and everywhere. The frustration mounts as the days go by, and his 'illness' starts to become more prevalent.

Expect a very irritable thief upon most interactions.

On the final day, right when normalcy resumes, he finds himself stranded on the rooftop of House 46 without a means of getting down.

Enjoy.]

Edited 2012-07-30 16:23 (UTC)

[Like so many, Pepper has been granted the gift of teleporting doors. There's no pattern to it at first; it happens at random, with a greater number of doors as the week goes on, and even windows when she gets desperate. And that's bad enough, honestly, ending up in random places without expecting to go there, and being increasingly unsure of how to get back inside her house. But all of this is happening in a towel, because apparently Pepper Potts is not allowed to teleport anywhere with her clothes on.

It's her first experiment. Clearly she has to be mortified. And what the trees say doesn't help. At all.]

[Zevran had slowly been getting on his feet in the village. Poking around, teaching himself the basics of the finer points of the technology available. He still finds it strange- though the indoor plumbing and hot water available at the twist of a wrist is marvelous. He'd heard and read of experiments, but didn't expect much of anything major to happen so soon.

Of course it was foolish of him to do so. One door, slightly smaller than the rest, though it was beyond his notice since he is slightly smaller than the rest of the human population of Luceti anyway, and when he came out the other side? Everything was huge and he was standing in a pile of his own clothing.

Brasca.

He'll be wandering around the village in a makeshift kilt, one foot tall, for the entirety of the week. At least until he can find clothing that will fit. Of course then he'll be falling into places he shouldn't be, because walking through a regular sized door has not returned him to his original height- just sent him elsewhere.]

What the hell are you doing?!

[There was...Wolverine. In her kitchen. Trying to claw out the wall. It is too early in the morning for this bullshit.]

...

[First a man clawing his way out the wall, and now a woman in a towel falling in her window. Adele is truly starting to loathe whatever strange experiment this is supposed to be.]

Shall I find you a bathrobe?

[Greed is standing in the kitchen, struggling with a frying pan as he tries to make some eggs. He looks over to the woman in the towel and gives her a casual wave, as if this were expected.]

How do you like your eggs?

[Adele and Pepper both. One hand's making sure the towel stays around her, while she's using the other to cover her eyes. And Pepper doesn't answer at first, because she's muttering under her breath.]

--this is so stupid Yes, I would love a bathrobe, thank you.

[Now the hand comes down, and Pepper tries to compose herself. As much as she can in a towel, anyway.]

Would you mind if I just stayed here a few minutes? I just--I need a break from trying to get back to my house.

Oi--Harry?

[Don't mind the Thief in a tree.]

[Well, Pepper definitely isn't expecting it. Which is why she looks at the man in rather wide-eyed shock when he asks her about breakfast.]

...Eggs?

It could be worse.

[Adele leaves it at that for the moment, leaving her mug of coffee steaming on the kitchen table as she walks down the hall to the linen closet, pulls out a spare bathrobe, and returns to offer it to Pepper.]

Take as much time as you need. From what I have seen this is another one of their experiments, though the specifics of it is a little beyond me at the moment. Beyond people appearing at random in my kitchen, that is.

[Ugh so there's a lava floor again. Lovely way to wake up in the morning. Can't a man just eat his breakfast before weirdness starts up?]

I just want to enlarge my breasts in peace. Is that so much to ask?

[...Yes, autocorrect functions replacing words at random are in full force!]

[Kain will also be around town and the forest with animals pestering him everywhere he goes. He's got quite the large array of birds perched on his helmet and shoulders. They just won't leave him alone!]

So I've heard. That doesn't mean I'm thrilled about this one.

[Pepper waits until Adele comes back--which thankfully she does, despite going through at least one door twice.]

Thank you. [She takes the robe, putting it on and pulling it tightly around her.] I was trying to go from my bathroom to my bedroom, when I suddenly started ending up anywhere but. It happens when I try to leave a room, apparently.

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