Ruins Mingle Log!

[ohnehalfte]

Who: Newt Geiszler ohnehalfte and EVERYONE
What: So a bunch of people headed up towards the ruins, so they've got to all run into each other and start to congregate, right???
When: Evening of the mingle log and onwardish.
Where: The Ruins
Warnings: Um...same as the mingle log?



The beach curves up a gentle slope until it meets forest, some manner of building visible through the trees. Further exploration of this area will reveal a dilapidated building of sorts; the architecture is indiscernible to even the most skilled eye. Despite looking as if it has seen better days, there are areas that offer some form of shelter...and who knows what else. Just because it appears uninhabited doesn’t mean you won’t wind up pleasantly, or unpleasantly, surprised.


[ooc: Hey y'all! I thought this might be a good place to start getting larger groups of characters together to do some exploring, settling down, banding together and figuring out rations, etc. Feel free to throw up any threads of your own for specific things like exploration groups, a gathering in the entrance hall, whatever strikes your fancy or that you think your character would organize. Have a party!

Edit: Additionally, there is now an OOC Post for those that want to handwave their character signing up for ruin exploration]

Comments

[hyperlit]

will be.

[That, too, is inevitable. They will fight it for as long as they are able, simply because they can and because it is in their power, but the intricacies of their race - that which would require them to bare themself to her - does not allow for the sort of examination she doubtless has in mind.]

[boundwitch]

Everyone will be dead eventually. That does not mean you should let yourself needlessly suffer now.

[hyperlit]

my choice.

[If there is no cure, that does not mean they will simply give up. But it does mean they will take their own life in their own hands, at their own pacing.]

[boundwitch]

But... I want to help you. [This isn't something she's encountered before, it isn't something she understands. She can help, she's offering her help, why won't this stranger just accept it?]

I can help you.

[hyperlit]

you cannot

[The text, perhaps, does not make it an easy thing to weather. It comes across as clipped, when their reasons are far more personal than that hollow, impersonal method would suggest.]

not your fault

[boundwitch]

[Her reasons are personal as well, and more than that she's not used to being denied anything, and especially not being denied the opportunity to help.]

But I can! [She insists.] I can help you! I don't know enough about you yet, but if you just let me help, I'm sure I can at least reduce your symptoms!

[hyperlit]

[A firm shake of their head. They cannot - will not bare themself to someone, no matter how kind their intent may be. What lies beneath the gray of their tunic, the scarlet of their cloak, is for their eyes alone.]

cannot save me.

cw let's talk about suicide

[boundwitch]

Do you want to die? [The Drifter can make that decision, and she won't stop them, she'll accept that choice. It doesn't mean she has to like it.]

If you do not want my help, I will not force you to accept it. But I have the ability to help you, please do not doubt my skills.

[hyperlit]

no.

[That much is certain. They do not want to die. But they are familiar with the sensation; more familiar with that sensation, as it would turn out, than they are with those involved in being examined at any length.]

do not wish to be seen.

[boundwitch]

I will not tell anyone. I am very good at keeping secrets.

[hyperlit]

by anyone.

[Emphasis on "anyone."]

[boundwitch]

If you do not allow someone to examine you, you are chosing to die. Is your privacy more important than your life?

[hyperlit]

yes.

[LOOK WHAT WAS SHE EXPECTING. They're used to death. Death is frequent and inescapable. Privacy, on the other hand, cannot be re-attained once it's been lost.]

[boundwitch]

[I mean, NOT THAT. She was assuming the comparison would bring some sense to the conversation. She's from a time and lifestyle where she's never been required to dress or bathe herself, and Drifter's idea of privacy seems irrational.

But she gives up, sitting back with her hands placed in her lap.]

If you change your mind, please inform me so that I may assist you.

[hyperlit]

[They may as well have uttered a sigh of relief, though they do not denote it. There is perhaps the fractional easing of the tension in their shoulders, but it is far from obvious or even interpretable based on their silhouette alone.]

[This is the opposite of the problem they typically have; the kind that involves people wanting to get away, as quickly as possible.]

thank you.

[boundwitch]

[She doesn't like it, not at all.

Sieglinde doesn't like not being able to help, not being allowed to help, and she turns her focus back to the coconuts on the ground, fidgeting with them as she pouts.]