Event Log - Malnosso World

[lucetimods]

Who: Everybody!
What: A field trip for the entirety of Luceti!
When: October 27th, until the end of November 2nd
Where: The Happiest Place on the Moon, Malnosso World!
Summary: So you remember all those times Luceti was transformed into Luceti Land? Welcome to Malnosso World, Luceti Land's bigger, cooler brother. Be sure to keep all hands inside the rides at all times, and refer to your map if you get lost. Trust me, you'll get lost.
Rating: F for Fun!

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Thrill Land (water park)

[z_jay]

[The entirety of Malnosso land ... save for Halloween Land, had been a nice reprieve from the mundane humdrum of his life at Luceti proper. So when he spotted Vastra sunbathing he couldn't help but go over and brag slightly about how he and his cohorts had made short work of zombies. And been subsequently house arrested.

But she looked peaceful here, so he simply made to sit beside her. Glad she was still around to speak with. He had been concerned, admittedly. He was dripping wet for the moment and clad in swim trunks, but he would be careful not to drip on her.

He did bend over a little to see what she had been reading, though.]

[eversohungry]

The Complete Tales Of Washington Irving. [Vastra smiles and turns the cover towards Eugene.] It seemed appropriate.

Having fun, dear? [She's still not her usual self, but Vastra is certainly making an effort. Being around Eugene is helping her, lifting her spirits.]

[z_jay]

[Squinting in the sunlight, he made sure not to get too close and drip all over her and her books. He hadn't read anything by Irving, but he recognized the name]

So I take it Earth isn't too different for you as it was for me before things went grey flu?

[A smile grew on his face after that, nodding as he looked around and took in the scenery, the water park, something a little smug as he leaned over to confide in her]

Jack's going to be a lobster tomorrow, poor guy. He's definitely not got the complexion to be out here. So, yes, I'm having a lot of fun.

[eversohungry]

It seems that way. I wouldn't be surprised if our dimensions were the same, the similarities seem so prevalent.

[She looks over at Jack and the corners of her mouth twitch up a little in a smile.] You're so cruel Eugene. The lengths you'll go to embarrass your poor husband.

[z_jay]

[Vastra's latter comment makes him snicker and he makes it a point to adjust his swimming trunks idly, something to keep him from looking at Jack all wet and excited over there]

Let's just say being cruel isn't necessarily evil. Jack wanted the water park, I told him sunscreen. The trouble with that is application. But our dimensions... I really hope you don't have a zombie apocalypse to account for. If you do...

[A soft sigh escaped and he looked at her, mostly serious]

Most effective means of stopping them's to sever the brain from the rest of the body. Don't ask me to be all sciency about it.

[eversohungry]

Really? Severing the brain from the rest of the body usually stops a living thing? I had no idea. [Okay, perhaps the sarcasm wasn't entirely warranted, but Vastra couldn't help teasing Eugene a little when he looked so serious.]

I've seen a great many things, Eugene. Some things that live even without a head. But if I have such a plague to account for, I won't be fighting it alone. Don't worry, dear.

[z_jay]

You know, I figured a smart lady such as yourself would know what to do.

[He grinned, bright and winked at her before sitting back and stretching out his full length]

I really don't want to think of a zom running around without a head. Unstoppable, immortal... that really is stuff that I'd rather not even entertain the thought of.

[....A pause followed, then, and he opened his eyes wide, giving her an alarming look]

What lives without a head aside from cockroaches?

[eversohungry]

[Vastra smiles, a little wickedly, at Eugene. This is like telling him a horrific bedtime story.]

The Order of the Headless Monks. Fearsome warriors. The candidates give up their heads in order to never feel surprise or fear. But somehow, they still manage to chant as they march into battle, and it is one of the most intimidating sounds in the universe.

[z_jay]

You have got to be joking.

[Now he was captivated, though. In a way that he really hadn't thought he could be from a story like that. But if Vastra really had seen something like that, he wouldn't question that.]

If they don't have heads how can they chant?

[Or maybe... it was in the heads of those they were battling against?]

[eversohungry]

Ah, that is the terrifying part. Though truth be told, until I fought them, no one knew what was under the hood of a Headless Monk's robe. Removing the hood was an offense punishable by death. So, it was just assumed that the name was more symbolic than literal. And given the shape of the hood suggests a head underneath, who could blame them for the assessment?

But they made a stand against an old friend of mine, and pulled back their hoods to show their fellows their secret.

But even still, no one knows how they survive and chant without a head.

[z_jay]

You're the first person to tug off the hood-- or the first person to tug it off and live, more like?

[Now he's making himself comfortable, grinning a little lopsided and hands behind his head. He was going to enjoy the sunlight and get a tan, just to rub it in to Jack's face later on. Possibly literally, but she didn't need those details]

So-- headless, bloodthirsty, warrior monks. How'd you do them in?

[eversohungry]

Oh I wasn't the first. It's a very long story, dear, but suffice it to say there was a full-scale war mounted against a friend of mine. They stole his companion and her child, he called on me to assist him in their rescue. The kidnappers believed that the Headless Monks would be the best defense force, however we won the day in the end.

The general removed the hoods of a few of the Headless Monks to bolster the resolve of the army that stood against my friend. It was ultimately useless, though. They die much like anyone else does--I stabbed and slashed them rather repeatedly.

I suppose one of the easiest lessons I was able to learn whilst traveling was that there are many strange things in the universe. And most people fear the strange because it goes against what they accept to be the facts and laws of life. But the universe is infinite--surely no one could expect all worlds to follow the same rules when some of them can't be reached for tens of thousands of lightyears of travel.

[z_jay]

I stabbed and slashed them rather repeatedly. Vastra, please don't take this the wrong way coming from me but that sounds absolutely terrifying.

[Sure, he smiled while he spoke, but like fire was something beautiful and deadly and life-giving, Vastra was also all of those. A healthy respect was necessary to fully appreciate it.]

So they waged war against a friend of yours? Usually wars are fought for ideas, not against a particular person.