lifeaftr | 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.

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Someone around here might. 'Specially with the new arrivals and all.

[Someone should take a survey. That someone should not, however, be Tim, as it should be someone personable and who gets around and tends to know people - and Tim is none of those things.]

We can only hope. I do believe those charming elven twins have some magical abilities of their own, perhaps I should ask them.

[Honestly, Muffet might have considered doing it herself if she wasn't already trying to handle about thirty other projects at all times.]

[Also, some people might be a bit too nervous to answer questions from a spider monster.]

Y'know, I'm hearing more and more about those two.

[He hasn't actually met either of them yet, which is probably grounds for needing to do so. Chara, for their part, spoke relatively highly of them - as highly as Chara gets, anyway, which isn't very high at all, and in fact borders on "less inflammatory than usual."]

I'm not surprised, they both seemed like rather exuberant personalities when I spoke to them. Relatively brief conversations, in both cases, but they went quite well.

[Seriously, she's still incredibly happy that Taako traded her that flint set.]

I hear they've pretty much set up the island equivalent of a WalMart and everything.

[...does she get that reference?]

[Thankfully, yes- she's been on the Surface a full year, and they're hard to avoid.]

Bit of a narrower product range, but I suspect they've got substantially more ethical business practices.

[Look, she may occasionally try to intimidate people into buying her pastries by implying she's planning to eat them alive, but even she thinks some of the things human corporations get up to are a bit much.]

[He snorts. Well, she's not wrong there. He's not sure he's ever met anyone that was happy to work at a WalMart. It's the kind of minimum wage void that sucks you in and spits you back out a lesser man.]

[Like Applebee's.]

Guess I'll have to check with 'em sometime. I hear they might be able to help make some of those islet houses liveable.

One can only hope. I've been putting in an effort, but at the end of the day there's only so much that can be done with rope.

[Still a surprisingly large amount of things, to be honest, but not everything.]

Yeah, but we've also got not shortage of lumber.

[Which is to say, trees. Even if they'll require some means of cutting said trees to do their best with it.]

True, although cutting and transporting it in the necessary quantities has proven more difficult than I'd like. Most of what's growing on the islets themselves consists of coconut trees, after all, and I'd prefer to avoid cutting down anything that can be a decent source of food...

[Which leaves the longer process of bringing things back from the mainland.]

I hear the coconut, uh...shells? The fibers on them can actually make a pretty good rope.

[He "hears" because he hasn't made anything with said fibers, ha ha, at all, right, nope.]

Oh, that's useful- it would be nice not to be the only supply of thread on the island, given how much we'll need.

How is that supposed to work exactly? Does one weave the fibers together or...?

Pretty much, yeah. Not much of a weaver, but -

[But he's got memories of twining fingertips into a skein of soft pink yarn, meticulously stitching the words across the broad front, that bubble of pride that swelled in a chest and wouldn't burst for anything, because the way he beamed was - ]

[Not something that belongs to him.]

[He shunts it aside.]

'Round here, I guess you pick all sorts of new things up.

I'll have to give that a try sometime, then.

[Muffet doesn't have anything like the context she'd need to pick up on what he's feeling right now, which is probably better- or at least less awkward- for everyone involved.]

I do have to respect how adaptable everyone's been. Certainly no one expected to wind up in this situation beforehand.

Not like anyone's got much choice. It's that, or...wait for the Storyteller to bring you back.

[He's assuming they can. He hasn't actually asked them, but that's how these places tend to work.]

[She catches his meaning on this, at least, although she's still surprised at the idea, being less used to these kinds of places.]

~~[Shows how much she knows about what goes on at home, huh?]~~

Can they? That's certainly a surprise, albeit a pleasant one. I do hope no one's tested this yet already...?

I mean, I'm assuming here. That's how it worked last place I was at.

[If it was as simple as wanting them all dead, they didn't have to go to nearly this much effort to try and keep them alive.]

Well, I'd say that's encouraging, if nothing else- your prior knowledge has been helpful so far.

[She still remembers enough of their talk on the beach for that.]

Is there anything else in particular you think it might be important to know about that?

Yeah. Death isn't cheap.

[One hand coasts up to his chest, briefly, to run fingertips down the center of his ribcage. The place where his soul apparently resides, not that he would have guessed he had one without that additional bit of evidence - the part where being stabbed through it was enough to untether him from the Castle in the Mist for months on end.]

[Months.]

Back in the Castle, people turned into...shadows, when they died. You had to take care of the shadow to bring 'em back.

[...]

Sometimes.

[She listens seriously, curious about what he means by 'shadows' but suspecting she'd be bringing up unkind memories if he asks. The general meaning is clear enough in any case: death might not be permanent, but it's not harmless either.]

Noted. Hopefully we won't have to test that here any time soon...

[Boy, funny she should say that.]

...

Yeah. Let's hope not.

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

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