Reunion and Time Traveling Finale

[lucetimods]

Who: Everyone!
What: The time-traveling group returns to find an invasion of newcomers.
When: November 20th and Onward
Where: Luceti enclosure
Summary: Who let all these New Feathers in here!? ...Wait, that guy's familiar...
Rating: May vary, as usual high ratings should be taken elsewhere

The adventure to the past is over; the villagers have all been sent home to their own time. But things are different. The changes of the past have echoed into the future. And the world has responded in the strangest way. Why are so many people here all of a sudden? And why are their memories such a mess?

Who really knows?

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Jack Sparrow

[all7seas]

a) New Feather option:

Now what a what now... The pirate, clad only in loose-fitting white New Feather trousers raggedly cut off at the knee, sat up in the middle of a very familiar old bridge in a heartsickeningly familiar old village. He reached back to scratch at the faded black feathers sprouting from his shoulders with a very keen sense of oh bloody hell in a hatbox not THIS again. And with that understanding came a painful flood of memories so intense that he was unable to speak for several minutes. Jilly. Archie. Bonesy. Buffy. Raine. Sokka-Thunderaxe-BLOODY BLOOD BLOOD BUCKETS OF BLOOD. It was Luceti! He had to sit still for several minutes more, shivering in the cold, but determined to organize the six thousand pound memory dump that threatened to overwhelm him. He was back. Back again.

b) Good Spirits option

Jack found comfort later in hurling darts at the old corkboard, trying to accurately flick peanuts into shot glasses, and drinking rum, of course. He felt like a ghost come back to haunt a place that still felt unreal to him. It was like he'd walked into a dream that he'd been trying to remember for years. Familiar faces produce a surge of regret, interest, and self-chastisement at the fact that he was feeling those things at all. Luceti had changed him into a person that he'd reverted away from upon returning home. Now he held that semi-familiar self at arm's length, questioning every thought and feeling that seemed to come from someone else a long time ago. Maybe this was what it felt like to be an Evil Twin. Ugh. How horridly complicated.

[wise_maiden]

Eventually, there on the bridge, Jack may become aware -- or perhaps not -- of a woman wearing a tawny cloak and hood watching him from where she had paused upon seeing him, hand resting on a tree in her surprise.

Though the sound the large canine-like creature standing next to her makes -- a soft whine as he noses her -- might be more noticeable.

For her part, Raine feels... frozen. There have just been too many old friends and faces that make returning to this time not feel real. She swallows, waits and watches for the confirmation that he isn't an echo, something that will fade away.

[all7seas]

The sound of the animal makes the pirate, still in a befuddled state on his knees, turn around. "Raine?" He pauses, sorting out one particular memory. One particular night with this woman. "Oh bugger."

[wise_maiden]

"Jack?"

She hadn't dared to say much else. The fact that he was there at all still seemed so hard to believe, after everything. "You're... what are you doing out here?"

[all7seas]

"...Sitting. On my bridge." It was, indeed, the Marauding Bridge. He'd know it in his sleep. "And you, darling? Out walking your dog...thing?"

It wasn't the time to confront major questions like How am I back in Luceti? or even How are you, Raine? What has been happening? What is the state of things? Nope. Just weird pleasantries.

DARTS

[frost_jewel]

[It so happens that the dartboard, or rather the figure pitching fits in its direction, captures Mia's attention when she ducks into Good Spirits to see who might be about. Approaching in silence, she filches a dart from Jack's pile, waits for the right moment, and tosses from behind him.

And because she has an incredible amount of innate luck, it strikes almost dead center; Mia folds her arms, wearing a satisfied smirk.]

OH HO

[all7seas]

[He turns around and comes face to face with a familiar smug look.] Well, well. Looks like a Mia! Funny thing, lass -- I never did find out whether you were Italian or not.

[With that, Jack lets fly a dart that knocks HER dart right out of the board. Both fall to the floor. A Pyrrhic victory.]

[frost_jewel]

[Ah. Her shining dartboard moment, destroyed. Mia shakes her head.]

I am from Imil, and not at all sure that answers your question.

[all7seas]

Emil?!

[The young lad who used to throw bottles in the river? The waves of memory generated by that one misheard word were startling and disorienting.]

[windandrain]

Saori didn't exactly frequent Good Spirits, but she was hardly a stranger to it either, particularly after a wild and crazy ride like the last month had been. A lot had happened, far more than just the changes to the timeline, and it felt like a drink would be appropriate.

Entering without paying much attention, she orders a glass of a rather strong brandy and starts to head towards a table when a stray object strikes her in the forehead. Her brow furrows as she peers down at the floor, surprised to find a peanut.

"...Huh?"

[all7seas]

"Peanut, actually. Pea--"

OH. It's...it's the goddess. He has just struck an elemental goddess with a legume. How embarrassing.

"Nut. Erm...sorry, darling."

[windandrain]

She looks up at the voice, and blinks, the bar-snack forgotten.

"Jack...Sparrow? Is that you?"

bridge

[corrinesbell]

[Sheena comes from behind, as befitting a classically trained ninja, and nudges him with juuuuust the tip of her shoe. Should he turn and look, she's wearing a lopsided grin, framed by dark circles beneath her eyes.]

Sorry, this bridge isn't your personal camping spot. That belongs to someone else. [If he doesn't remember her, she thinks she can handle his reaction...and if he does, she can probably handle that too. Maybe.]

[all7seas]

[Her voice cuts through Jack like a red-hot iron through a donkey's hindquarter-hairs. The pirate whirls about and tries to grab her shoe, but all the frivolity drops when he sees Sheena's eyes. Oh, yes, he remembers her. Her face dropped into his mind as soon as he awakened on the bridge -- among a parade of other faces, of course. But hers was lovely.]

Beautiful Sheena. [Hopefully she can handle his wistful, fond tones. Jack is mostly glad she's alive. One less person he has to worry about, or fear for.]

[corrinesbell]

...Okay, so maybe it is your bridge.

[No 'quit calling me that', no tone harsher than a little irritation brought on by the nickname.]

Which means you're in charge of the upkeep and I dunno if you've been doing a great job.

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[savedtheworld]

Aang is doing his explorations of the new Luceti to take in everything that's changed, and he's doing it from the air at the moment. So Jack may notice a monk on a glider soaring overheard, even if Aang can't make out the person on the bridge just yet.

It might be hard to tell from this vantage point, but Aang's gotten even taller in recent months, and only just recently has he started growing some scruff on his own chin.

[all7seas]

Who can that flying, scruff-chinned monk be? Jack certainly notices the glider, and decides he might have to fire his pistol into the air to attract the attention of its pilot.

So he does. BANG.

[savedtheworld]

Okay. Aang is going to shout at that. Was that- one of those gun things?!

He looks down towards the bridge, the source, and he sees an oddly familiar shape. Quickly, he spirals down closer to land on the bridge and try to face this mysterious shooter.

[tailasoldastime]

[At a surprising turn of events, Beast himself is sitting at a table in Good Spirits, still a little disoriented from this move. He's not even sure why he's in here, for the company maybe? All he has with him is a glass of wine - something with a French name, just for that tiny bit of familiarity.

He stares at the red liquid lost in thoughts, until it suddenly splashes up into his face. Once he's wiped his eye, he spots the peanut now in his glass and darts his head up. Who is trying to bother him?]

[all7seas]

OI! WHERE'D MY PEANUT GET OFF TO THEN?

[Probably the drunk guy with the big bowl full of nuts, Beast. Jack swaggers down the bar, dipping a forefinger into several patrons' drinks to try to find his missing nut. Finally, he reaches the Beast.]


Ah. 'Allo, my good....person. Perchance have you espied a nut?

[tailasoldastime]

[Beast narrows his eyes. Oh he remembers you, Jack. You were just as strange back then as you are now.]

You mean, this nut? [He pushes his glass forward.]

[the_dead_pool2]

[Deadpool was chugging back some whiskey when a stray peanut flicks him in the head. He turns and looks around to see a certain captain with a fair amount of peanuts close by and of course a bottle of rum]

Dude, you fricking suck at aiming.

[all7seas]

Whups. Sorry, mate! I was aiming for your glass. [Because what is better than whiskey-soaked peanuts?]

[the_dead_pool2]

[He shakes his head, and sighs]

Honestly, not a hard skill.

[He grabs a peanut, takes a look at Jack's glass, and then turns around and flicks up the legume, it ricochets off a post, hitting the ceiling and lands squarely into the glass. He then proceeds to sit down and calmly take a drink. He glances over his shoulder]

For the record, that is how you do it.

[stilldontgotit]

Back from the future, Riku's decided to scope out as much of the village as he can. Time travel tends to lend itself to crazy paradoxes, butterfly effects, oddball changes, and massive headaches. At this point, he's wondering if the influx of new arrivals is a side effect or a convenient coincidence.

But, hey, even after all these years, Riku'd never forget someone like Jack Sparrow. So, when he spots him by the bridge, shivering like an ice cube, he's quick to approach.

"Geez, you'd think they'd at least give you guys sweaters. You holding up okay?"