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

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ mmm this is a terrible idea. absolute garbage! REMEMBER THE LAST TIME YOU TRIED TO PREVENT THIS MAN FROM WALKING STRAIGHT INTO A POTENTIALLY BAD THING?

so of course she's followed him anyway. second time's the charm, or... something... ]

...You know, at this rate I'm going to start wondering about you and suspicious reflective surfaces.

[crimeson]

Haha, that's fair to be honest. I've got sort of a pattern going, huh?

[ghostfromthemachine]

Maybe a little! On the other hand, here I am again, so it isn't as though I can talk at all.

[crimeson]

[reaches out to ruffle her hair]

Ehh, don't worry about it.

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ sldkghsfbv. ...despite being soaked it makes a valiant effort at sticking to his hand, like he'd rubbed it with a balloon or something. ]

All right, all right— you know, it's rude to do that when I can't retaliate.

[ because her arms are very firmly crossed across her chest THANKS WHITE BLOUSE, THANKS RAIN ]

[crimeson]

Ahh, fair enough. Trouble reaching and all.

[he takes off his cardiganthing, bending low and draping it over her shoulders helpfully]

[ghostfromthemachine]

Well, for that part I could just climb you— oh.

[ IT'S HUGE? AND WARM?? uncrossing her arms just enough to snag the edges and proceeds to burrow energetically into it o_o slightly muffled ]

You didn't need to— thank you?

[crimeson]

S'fine, s'fine. I'm already soaked, and it's probably best to be able to use your arms and all.

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ burrow burrow burrow //// honestly just picture a happy fert in a sweater sleeve ]

Now it's just my hands out of commission.

[ cheerfully flapping the empty end of a sleeve at him ]

[crimeson]

[cuuuuuute!]

Ehhh, opposable thumbs are overrated anyway.

[ghostfromthemachine]

Mm, I don't know if I'd go that far. I can think of at least three kinds of trouble I'd have a harder time getting into without thumbs.