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Chara Dreemurr..? ([personal profile] achievementhunter) wrote in [community profile] lifeaftr2017-09-13 01:35 pm

I’ll take my throne, lay it on a mountain

Who: Our volunteer mountaineers
What: Two parties split up to scale the mountain from two sides, planning to meet at it’s peak. Shenanigans occur along the way.
When: September 13th to 16th
Where: Group 1: G3, H2, G2 || Group 2: F3, F2, G2
Warnings: Please note any warnings in your subject headers!


Word spreads quickly in a small community such as this. What was originally intended to be a small party turned into something much larger- and on the day Chara planned to leave for the mountain, it’s not one, but two parties that make off for it’s peak.

Group 1, led by Chara, moves off during the early hours of the morning, seeking to search the furthest part of the mountain by following the river upwards. The path is longer and more winding- however, they are unhampered in when they can travel.

Group 2, led by Ardyn, takes off after the sun has set- due to the needs of multiple members to avoid the sun’s harsh glare. Their route takes them up the closest side of the mountain, which provides an easier path- however, they may only travel whilst the sun is set.



OOC: Welcome to the mountaineering open post! Keep in mind the following;
♆ RNG was happily done blind by our wonderful Guzma mun, with our animals RNG'd by Wade Wilson's! Thank them both for all your misfortune.

♆ Prompts have been provided for each group below! Simply toplevel wherever you wish and treat this like a normal open post!

♆ Since each group will generally be in close contact with one another, consider asking others if you can threadjack here and there; nothing says team-building like being a nosy parker.
prettypurpleparlor: Wily, flattering words (In a little corner sly)

Re: Lup | OTA all shenanigans

[personal profile] prettypurpleparlor 2017-09-14 08:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ooh, popsicles- now that's the kind of thing to make a girl wish she had ice magic.]

[Muffet gives Lup a friendly wink and offers:]


Want something to flavor that a bit? A kind soul told me where on this island one can find blackberries, I brought a few with me.

[Thank you, Drifter.]
hellawrath: (hehe)

[personal profile] hellawrath 2017-09-20 11:04 am (UTC)(link)
Oh dang, a spider wink is a hell of a sight. Lup looks as thrilled as the heat will allow, at both that and the offer of blackberries.

"Aw sweet! Let cha girl freeze em up for us, it'll be a treat." Which is probably what the smart lady intended in the first place. Nothing's free on this island.
prettypurpleparlor: Bidding you good morning now (Dear friend)

[personal profile] prettypurpleparlor 2017-09-20 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Mm, thank you.

[Hey, a good trade leaves everybody happy- no reason not to get something out of it, yourself.]

[Muffet smiles happily and pulls a small bundle of cloth out of her pack, holding it out for Lup to take. The berries inside are still relatively fresh.]
hellawrath: (finger gun)

[personal profile] hellawrath 2017-09-27 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Lup sits up to take the bundle and puts it on the ground, scooting over a bit to give Muffet a spot in the shade. With a flick of her fingers, a bright blue frigid ray leaps at the berries and they're covered in a fine layer of ice. It's so not how that cantrip is meant to be used, but she's gotten pretty good at scaling down the effect instead of just like, shattering those things with a damage roll.

"And presto! Now all we need are fruity drinks with a high booze content to put em in and we're all set."
prettypurpleparlor: A subtle web (I'm sure you're very welcome)

[personal profile] prettypurpleparlor 2017-09-27 11:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[That's not like any kind of ice magic Muffet is familiar with, but hey- different worlds. No sense questioning it, at this point.]

Oh, don't even tempt me. I'm half-considering seeing if I can set up a makeshift still on the islet I've settled down on- there's got to be something on this island I can ferment properly. If nothing else, I'm fairly certain I've seen potatoes...

[Shitty magical island vodka. It'll be a huge hit, probably.]
hellawrath: (sizzling)

[personal profile] hellawrath 2017-10-03 10:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Her mind also instantly goes to shitty vodka and Lup chuckles delightedly. "Enso's Finest, shit, we'd make a killing on that!" She pops one of the berries into her mouth and rolls it around like a delicious melting praline. "But seriously, if you've got the know-how for a still and we can magic you something up for it? Let us know and we're in."
prettypurpleparlor: For what you're pleased to say (You're witty and you're wise)

[personal profile] prettypurpleparlor 2017-10-03 11:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[If it's the only vodka on the island, then it is the finest vodka on the island, by default. Truth in advertising. She gives it some brief consideration.]

Most of the trouble would be finding metal for the piping, I think. Any wooden parts I can likely manage to make something for, but the pipes would have to be metal, and the only metal I've seen on the island is part of things we're still using.
hellawrath: (sup)

[personal profile] hellawrath 2017-10-08 05:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeeeah, metal's a tricky one," she agrees breezily. "Can't really Fabricate it, or magic anything complex out of it if we had the raw material. Best I can do is melt it down." Who knew Taako should've taken a metalworking class and gain that proficiency instead of basically running his own philosophy cult when they all spent a year studying the shit out of the arts. Welp.

But she's too hot to expend any more serious thought on this conundrum right now, and snickers to herself instead. "Maybe there'll be a scrap heap at the top of the mountain, that'd be convenient as fuck, huh?"
prettypurpleparlor: Wily, flattering words (In a little corner sly)

[personal profile] prettypurpleparlor 2017-10-08 06:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Honestly, that would still make you the closest thing to a proper welding torch on this island.

[She giggles quietly at Lup's suggestion.]

From your lips to the Storyteller's ears, dearie. Assuming the form they're wearing today has ears, that is.