lunarwhite | NOVEMBER MINGLE.

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!monthly mingle

NOVEMBER MINGLE.

STARS WHICH FALL FROM THE SKIES...

WHO. Everyone.
WHERE. Inside the White Moon.
WHEN. November 1 - 15.
WHAT. Mingling and exploration.
WARNINGS. None for now.

FOR THE NEWLY AWAKENED.

You are asleep. The dreamscape ripples, resolves into a vision of a foreign land, and then a world of pure white. There is the sensation of rising through deep water, and then you find yourself in a room of white marble. Your items may be set on the floor around you, or you could have arrived bare-handed - whichever it is, you'll soon be addressed by a couple of tired-looking people in white coats. It seems they're as confused as you are.

Upon receiving an introduction to the White Moon and choosing your faction, you will be allowed to leave the Sanctum - but there will also be an announcement made later on in the afternoon to all of the Moon's foreigners. Will you attend?

COLLECT AND RENEW.

Those who do attend will be ushered into one of the Sanctum's meeting halls, where Lucius waits with a woman in green by his side. The Empress and Wintersmith have arrived as well, taking their places to the side of the room - one austere, the other radiating a chill that befits his name.

"Good afternoon, everyone. Thanks to your help, we've been able to assess the condition of the terminal. In the best interests for the Moon, it will be decommissioned permanently. We need to retrieve the crystals still inside it, and transport it back here."

Now, the Wintersmith speaks:

"Crystals are a unique type of substance in this world. They have the capability to store a great deal of energy within themselves, so they were chosen to power the environmental systems here. They are however a limited resource, so we need to conserve as much as we can. Understood?"

The Empress shoots him a glance, though her manner remains placid as ever.

"I will assist all that I can. If you have any queries, we are here to answer."

What will you do?

ADMIN.

Welcome to Last Eden's November monthly mingle! It is intended as a catch-all for threads that are not put in log posts. New characters are encouraged to use this post as an 'intro log' of sorts, for prompts both in the Sanctum and around the Moon. Please direct any questions about this log to the OOC post here.

The faction leaders (or their stand-ins, for Blood and Light) will be available to interact with upon arrival. To thread with them, tag in to the NPC toplevel and mention who you would wish to thread with. If you wish to have your character meet them later on in the month, please submit this to either the interaction turn-in on the OOC post, or contact the mods to arrange it.

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"...back in your world or here?" Louise says in lieu of an answer. She has no qualms lying about what they are, especially since the answer is "it's complicated", but if she can just let silence on the topic do the answering for her... "I have only really seen humans since I got here."

It may or may not give them away a bit that they both seem awfully unphased by someone who claims and looks to not be human this clearly, but then they've been on the inside of a spacefaring moon for a few hours now, and that alone might serve as an explanation. There's just so much more to try and wrap their heads around.

Lottie has a more important question: "So how old are you? Are you a grandpa or a great-grandpa? Matt," a child from the playground she is often taken to, "has a great-grandpa! He is really old because he is his grandpa's dad." That's a fairly recent and thus exciting observation. Parents don't only have parents, but their parents also have parents! A neverending chain of dads and mums!

"Back in my world," Stone clarifies. "You're right, there's pretty much only humans here, from what I can tell-- humans and spirits, and things that call themselves gods, though I haven't met any of them. There's no such thing as any of those things, where I come from."

To Lottie he smiles, showing a hint of sharper teeth than most humans would have. "I'm a great-great-great-great grandpa. I'm very old."

"So you have.... children that have children that have children that have children-" she frowns, stumbling over the big number. That's almost an infinite regress to her with how many greats there are.

"Seven generations," Louise supplies helpfully. "...where are those spirits? I don't think I have heard of them yet." Or if she has, it wasn't information that was important enough to filter it out at that moment.

"Spring territory, where I'm staying," Stone answers. "They look like animals, kind of see-through, and they talk in your head. Not bad once you get used to them climbing everywhere. They help the crops grow and the ground and water stay healthy, or so I'm told."

"Are they safe to approach?"

Lottie is a lot more cautious when it comes to things that seem fae than those that seem mundane, but even so Louise can't help but worry. What if the child thinks that they would be nice playmates if they look like animals... She does love running after cats and dogs and sheep to pet them, even though the animals in question luckily tend to be faster than her and escape.

"Yeah, they don't seem like they're going to hurt anyone. They haven't yet. The Spring people just treat them like any other people, who happens to live in the same area and have different powers then they do." It's a situation Stone is actually pretty used to. He doesn't entirely trust the spirits yet, but whatever they can do, he's at least mostly certain they won't physically hurt anyone. "I can introduce you to a couple if you want, or you can ask the Empress over there. They flock to her like fledglings to a queen."

"Can I pet them? I am good at petting!" Lottie seems quite excited by the offer to be introduced to them.

"They might not like to be petted, if they are people like everyone else," Louise chides, but doesn't answer, instead looking at Stone for confirmation or information to the contrary.

"Some of them would be okay with it," Stone allows. "You will have to ask them first. Spring territory is where most of them live. The Empress is here, though, if she has one with her, or you could make the trek out there on a dragon. Or I could carry you," he adds, as an afterthought.

"I can ask!" Though she does look up at Louise after saying that. Is that the correct response? Louise nods, so it obviously is. "I will ask!"

"And it would be helpful if you could carry us," whatever will let him do that - she's a bit unsure, but she's more unsure about those dragons. At least for the moment. Plus they might cause an issue with Lottie. "Perhaps after having gathered some of those crystals?"

"You're going to need carrying to the crystals, too, it's a ways out into the Badlands outside the city," Stone warns. "I'm happy to do that, too, once we get something to put the crystals in, though. You and the little one shouldn't be much of a burden. My other form is pretty big." Guess what, ladies, he's a shapeshifter! At least that would explain how he could carry them.

That changes things a bit. She's still worried for Lottie's sake, but things will probably be safer with this man around. Whatever kind of- whatever he is.

"We would appreciate that."

Lottie's grins and nods enthusiastically. "Flying!"

He looks vaguely amused at that, but he's not going to complain about spending more time with the baby, or making a positive connection with another of the foreigners. "All right. I'll see about getting a basket or something for us, then. What are your names?"

"I'm Lottie, and Mum is Mum!" Clearly this is the correct answer when non-Changelings are involved. Louise is Mum.

"Louise Beck, actually. It's good to meet you. ...When and where should we meet? We haven't actually been to the place that they told us we could stay in yet, and," Lottie will probably crash sometime soon, and you don't want a tired and cranky three year old on such a journey, "we should probably eat and sleep some first, so... do you think tomorrow will be soon enough?"

"Stone, line-grandfather of the Indigo Cloud court," Stone says, since they ought to know his name, too. "How about we meet here, outside this building, two hours past dawn?" That would give him time to eat, have a duck in a lake to clean off, and make sure nobody needed him for anything dire in the village before he flew away for half the day.

Indigo cloud court, huh? Interesting. She'll have to ask what that means, exactly, some other time.

"That will work quite well. She's an early riser," Louise says, nodding at Lottie. Which is... true and not true. Lottie's sleep schedule is an interesting one, mostly owed to how much the Darkling child hates the sun. Very extended noon naps, lots of awake time when her mothers try to sleep. At least she can play quietly by herself.

At least Stone is always happy to explain things about his home to anyone who asks. For now, he nods. "Sounds good. I'm sure Lottie there will get plenty of excitement, and then need a nap once we get there." Which will probably be for the best. He can't imagine a child finding plucking a bunch of crystals out of their holders all that exciting for very long.

"I'll let the Empress know we're on the task for her, and then see you in the morning." And he'll try to get here first, so they aren't alarmed by seeing him winging in.

"I will see you then."

And they will be there in the morning. Without the stroller, but with a long scarf that can be used in lieu of a back carrier, should she have to carry Lottie around later. For now, the little child is excited. They're going to fly! And pick shiny objects! And FLY!

"And you will have to hold on really good to me, yes?" Louise tells her Changeling as they wait for Stone in the designated spot.

Stone didn't quite make it on time. He had a chore or two to do first, and them Bramble to reassure he wouldn't be long. So now the two ladies get to watch him fly up in full Raksuran form, black and big and spiny, and carrying a basket as big as Louise in his front claws. He does circle once, then land well down the street before shifting back to grounding and slinging the basket over his back for easier carrying, and only then does he approach.

Both of them watch him approach, the woman with the interest of someone taking notes and the girl waving excitedly, clearly pleased by the view.

"You have really big wings!" she tells him when he comes closer. Nobody whom she knows that has wings has wings that big. Partly because they tend to not be that big themselves.

He looks pleased that he didn't scare anyone. "I do. There are a few dragons here who have bigger, though," he has to admit. He's not as large as he usually is in this place, for reasons he doesn't really understand, but he's certainly big enough, and he can still carry them. "You might have noticed the spines on my back," he adds, to Louise this time, "so I can't carry you the way the dragons here would." That would hurt, because his spines are sharp-- they're literal weapons. "I'll hold you to my chest. I've carried many Arbora that way, so I'm used to it, and you will both be safe."

"And you can carry both of us safely despite our weight?" At least Lottie will be lighter to him than she is to Louise herself. That should help.

And then she turns abruptly to Lottie. "You will not try to get out of his grip while we are up there, no matter what interesting thing you see on the ground. Promise?" Because the issue is... Lottie could. There's nothing that she could not slip out of. Sadly, she cannot, in fact, fly.

"Promise." "What is the promise?" "I won't escape while we're up." "Good. ...Sorry, sir." She turns back to Stone and gives him an apologetic smile.

Stone looks them over, assessing. "I'm pretty sure the Arbora are heavier than you. And I know Moon was. It'll be fine."

He listens to the little interchange, and adds to it, "Even if she did slip out, I could dive and catch her. I catch people in mid-air all the time."

This may or may not be reassuring.

It actually is quite reassuring, if only because she know how easily distracted Lottie is. "Let's go, then?"

"FLY!" Lottie adds and holds her arms up in expectation of being picked up.

Stone gives the little girl an indulgently amused sort of smile, then shifts up into his other from. The basket, oddly enough, disappears-- he put it wherever he keeps his clothes when he shifts, so as to be more easily able to carry the two of them. Whether he can still do that with the basket full of crystals, he doesn't know, but he has other ideas for if he can't.

Once the dark mist of the transformation clears, he holds out his hand to the pair of them, spines relaxed down against his head and neck in a neutral-positive angle. If they were Arbora and used to being carried, he'd just grab them and take off, but he's being polite, since they've never flown before, and letting them come up close and take his "hand" first.

The basket disappearing takes Louise back a bit, and it makes her wonder more about just what the exact nature of that shift is. Where is the basket now? She might have to ask later, once their tasks are over and they maybe can sit together over a glass of beer, or something along those lines.

Lottie's mouth falls open at the shift upwards, but then she just raises her arms again, this time trying to jump and catch his hand. "Mum! We're flying!" And that's enough to break Louise out of her thoughts and make her approach Stone as well, getting into position for him to pick her up easily.

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