welcome to the jungle we've got fun and games

[saddleclub]

Who: Y'all
When: Day 8 noonish
Where: THE JUNGLE

[So there is a mostly unexplored jungle out there.

It seems like a good day to explore it, eh?

Please look out for:

Venomous snakes, the smaller ones will leave you fevered and nauseas, the larger may stop your heart.

Spores, inhaling them can leave you with mild to severe continuing hallucinations

Pollen, it may make you sneeze.

Dark shadows in the undergrowth, that seem to whisper as you pass. In familiar voices...? Or that's just the wind.

Vicious monsters. They want to eat you.

And look out, if you go exploring, because halfway through your adventure the sky seems to open up and pour on you, try to find a safe shelter--if that exists in the jungle.

For those of you not inclined to explore well, you may see lights in the jungle, little wisps, of light in the growth, or maybe it's your team colors you see? The more you look the more you feel practically compelled to follow those lights and flashes of something familiar....

Maybe you get caught by the jungle's dangers, trapped in a cave by the downpour, or maybe you make it to an odd break around a still pond, the surface so smooth it's almost like a mirror. If you look in, your reflection looks back. And it smiles at you.

And if you make it this far, if you look deep into your reflection and let it stare back, you might find yourself leaning down, towards it--hopefully you have a companion to pull you back before pale arms reach to pull you in and drown you.

Even if you're pulled back from the glass pool, a strange dread lingers with you for a while. And the urge to be near others is incredibly strong. Be it their presence or their touch you crave, you need reassurance.

((OOC: Explore, use this an excuse for wet huddling together in a cave while hallucinating, get cool new scars from fighting beasts, encounter the glassy pool, or whatever! Grab a buddy, have a good(?) time.))]

Comments

[crimeson]

[wanna fuckin' bet

wolf whistling though, totally helpful, also uh, Jasmine has a nice white shirt that is, in fact, totally soaked through now. very attractive.]

[saddleclub]

[He should not stare at the nice wet shirt thing going on here especially not around his brother but he might peek a little.]

[crimeson]

[HE'S SO HOT JUSIS

he's also definitely veering toward the pond oddly]

[saddleclub]

[Eying the rain outside and turning to look at what Randy's doing.]

Did you find something?

[crimeson]

Mmh? Not really. S'a nice pond though.

[saddleclub]

[Well okay he can admire these shoulderblades through that sheer white shirt. No one is looking at him looking.]

Why are you out here again?

[crimeson]

The lights were pretty. The pond's pretty too.

[leaning over it...]

[saddleclub]

Pretty. Really. How drunk are you?

[crimeson]

Super smooth, and...

[ok he's getting kind of unbalanced here]

[saddleclub]

[He will walk over since probably Randy would drown in an inch of water right now.]

Watch your footing, you besotted fool.

[crimeson]

I'm bein' careful!

[he is not. jusis should probably pull him away.]

[saddleclub]

You are going to get even wetter...

[Reaching to try to like, pull him away?]

[crimeson]

It'd sober me up, right? Nothing wrong with that.

[he's pretty easy to pull away though, and then the cheerful drunkenness is dropping off his face]

[saddleclub]

You do need sobering.

[crimeson]

[backing away from the pond abruptly]

Ugh. Yeah, guess I do.

[saddleclub]

....Is everything all right?

[crimeson]

It's...

That pond's bad news.

[saddleclub]

What are you talking about?

[Now he has to look.]

[crimeson]

[grabs him by the arm, a little harsher than he normally would.]

Don't.

[saddleclub]

[Startled because what.]

You were just looking at it. What happened?

[crimeson]

It-- I don't know. It's just. I've got a bad feeling, now that I'm not looking at it.

[saddleclub]

What kind of bad feeling?

[crimeson]

Lonely. Fucking... goddess damnit, I already felt lonely. This isn't helping.

[saddleclub]

[Oh. He looks so distressed. Awkwardly pats on of his biceps.]

Well you aren't alone.

[The most. Awkward attempt at reassurance. At least he's not making you carry his shopping bags.]

[crimeson]

[scoots close and leans on Jusis, good luck dude.]

Thanks.