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@rae oh that was awesome lol
Callum’s just like “why u have to be so grumpy dad” and Silvanis is just like “BECAUSE.” and then “imma just sit here in the corner and plot the downfall of the authors”
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
@theducktator @rae@keilah-h @kyronthearcanin@princesachronicle22
Sorry it’s been so long.
Eldred
Callum turned to the group. “A fire is perfect! Evelyn, Fairy, would you mind helping me?” After they agreed, he continued, “The rest of you can either help us, do nothing or search for the ingredients you described. I doubt someone would leave us here with no food to eat, unless they were someone like my father.”
“Well, I suppose we could go find s’more stuff.” Azalea said.
Trevor nodded, then turned to Eldred and Rosalind. “Do you two want to help us?”
At that moment Eldred wanted nothing more to be away from everyone to be alone and think. Unfortunately, Rosalind answered first.“Of course.” She replied, “though we do not know what we are looking for.”
“That’s alright, we’ll show you.” Azalea responded. “Let’s start in the main cabin.” The four set off towards the large cabin, and soon found a door, which was thankfully unlocked. Eldred opened it first, sword drawn, in case there really were enemies lurking about. “All clear.” He announced after scanning the room. On top of one of the tables in the room were a few bags and boxes, and as he approached it, Eldred saw that the bags were filled with white, cylinder shaped food.
“What are these?” He questioned, picking up a bag.
“Marshmallows.” Azalea answered as she picked up a few of them.
Eldred raised an eyebrow, “and they are… white?”
“Don’t worry, they taste fine.” Trevor reassured him. “And these,” he said, picking up a box and a brown bar wrapped in a package, “are graham crackers and chocolate. These are the ingredients we told you about earlier, together they make s’mores.”
“I… see.” Rosalind said slowly, though it was clear she was still confused.
“It will all make sense later.” Azalea said, leading the way out of the cabin. No one will believe what we experienced when we come back home. Eldred thought. That is, if we come home.
The group came back to find the others sitting round a blazing fire, and they set down the ingredients. “Now, shall we play this truth or dare, karaoke, or eat these smore things?” Callum asked, holding Evelyn’s hand.
“I vote s’mores.” Trevor volunteered, and grinned. “Karaoke would be nice too, I have a great voice .”
Eldred noticed Azalea flinch at the words. “Maybe we could save that for later.” She said quietly, in as kind as a voice as possible.
"No! Monkeys should have pets, all monkeys should have pets!"
@theshadow no problem!
@theducktator @rae @kyronthearcanin @princesachronicle22Huntress and Sniper
Callum and Fairy lit a fire in the center of our gathering place.
Sniper leaned close to me and whispered, “Good thing Pyro’s not ‘ere or we’d ‘ave a problem on our hands at the sight of the fire.”
I snickered at that. “Yeah, it’s probably for the better we’re alone here. We might have no Medic, but at least there’s no Pyro, or Soldier around either. Engineer might’ve enjoyed this, though.” I nodded to the fire. “He’d probably be playing his guitar and singing his heart out already.”
Although he’d never mentioned if he had a wife or girlfriend, and there was probably no chance of him getting here without one. Or even a female work friend, whether they had feelings for each other or not.
Trevor, Azalea, Eldred and Rosalind came back with marshmallows, graham crackers, and chocolate. My eyes were on the chocolate more than anything else.
“Now, shall we play this truth or dare, karaoke, or eat these smore things?” Callum asked.
“I vote s’mores.” Trevor told him. “Karaoke would be nice too. I have a great voice.”
“Maybe we could save that for later.” Azalea offered, flinching for some reason.
“I’m down for s’mores too.” I said, mostly because I really wasn’t up for truth or dare. The answers Sniper and I would give would likely terrify all the non-soldiers out of their wits, and those who were fighters–like Silvanis–would probably be looking to kill us.
“Same ‘ere.” Sniper reached for the bag of marshmallows. “Y’know, when I talk about eatin’ beetle grubs, they don’t feel and taste all that different from this. Just a lot less sugar.”
I reached over and whacked at him. “Stop that. They’re gonna think you’re crazy.”
“They’re terribly ignorant if they ‘aven’t noticed that already.” he mused, stabbing a marshmallow onto a stick with a rather intense motion, as if he were paying it back for something it’d done to him earlier.
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
@theducktator @rae @keilah-h @kyronthearcanin @princesachronicle22
Trevor
“I’m down for s’mores too.” Hunter said.
“Same ‘ere.” Sniper agreed as he took a marshmallow from a bag. “Y’know, when I talk about eatin’ beetle grubs, they don’t feel and taste all that different from this. Just a lot less sugar.”
Trevor listened to the two mess around with each other; at least one of the couples seemed happy. Hold on, not everyone here is a couple just because of an inscription. He took a seat on a log next to Azalea, determined not to let things be awkward from then on.
“Well,” Trevor grabbed two marshmallows and handed one to Azalea, stuck the other on a stick and plunged it into the fire. “Anyone know some campfire songs? Or maybe a few stories? Everyone needs some cheering up, if we’re stuck here together we should make the most of it.”
"No! Monkeys should have pets, all monkeys should have pets!"
@theshadow lol everyone else is like “whaaaat noooo we aren’t a couple” and meanwhile Huntress and Sniper are like “ehh, we already admitted we’re in love with each other, it’s the concept of getting together permanently that unnerves us”
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
I’ll write an rp for Callum and Fairy sometime soon. Not sure when cuz today I’m off to a regatta!
"You need French Toast."
#AnduthForever (hopefully 💕)@keilah-h @theshadow @rae @kyronthearcanin @princesachronicle22
Joy
“Y’know, when I talk about eatin’ beetle grubs, they don’t feel and taste all that different from this. Just a lot less sugar,” remarked Sniper. Huntress whacked him. “Stop that. They’re gonna think you’re crazy.”
Joy nudged Stephen and gestured towards the two with her marshmallows. “They may not be a couple yet, but they are meant to be.” Maybe she should play matchmaker. Many of these definitely-not-couples would be adorable together.
Stephen took four marshmallows and speared them on a stick. “They’ll figure it out soon enough.”
“Anyone know any campfire songs? Or maybe a few stories? Everyone needs some cheering up, if we’re stuck here together we should make the most of it,” said Trevor, handing a marshmallow to his girl.
“Truth or Dare would cheer me up!” suggested Stephen.
Joy threw a marshmallow at him. He thought he was so funny. “That is not happening! I vote we sing.”
Stephen bonked her with his marshmallow roasting stick. “Knock you in the head, with my stick. With my stick
You gon’ have a mark from my stick. From my stick. My stick, my stick, my stick is better than bacon!”Joy laughed and brandished her stick at him. “But probably not that. Has anyone else here even heard of Star Wars?”
Natalie
Natalie viciously stabbed her marshmallow. Whatever had just happened was probably best not discussed. Ever. Bob sat down beside her. The expression on his face told her he felt the same way. “Do you know how to use these?” She held up the marshmallow. “I think they’re supposed to go in a sandwich.”
Bob gasped. “Have you never eaten a smore?”
“No. Should I have? Do these exist in our world?”
“Yes, they do actually. They’re amazing.” Bob took her stick. “You toast this over the fire until it’s golden brown. Then you place it on a cracker with chocolate.” He handed back the stick and prepared his own.
Natalie held the marshmallow stick over the fire. It was a beautiful night. Last time she and Bob had been seated around a fire, they had seemed like friends. He had even called her Natalie instead of that stuffy “Your Majesty” nonsense. Then, for some reason, he had decided to be boring. She sighed. Now, everything was going to be awkward.
The squirrels are collecting more nuts than usual this winter. I've already lost 3 relatives.
XD yeah, they’re both pretty chill and nearly everyone else is in denial.
@theducktator @rae @kyronthearcanin@princesachronicle22Eldred
Stephen and Joy laughed and talked with each other, Eldred had been staring into the fire when he started at Stephen singing a strange song. It was nothing like the chants and battle cries of home.
“Has anyone else here even heard of Star Wars?” Joy asked as she laughed. Wars in the stars… perhaps an ancient battle?
Bob showed Natalie how to make a “s’more” and Eldred watched, then repeated it. He stuck a marshmallow on a stick and moved it towards the flames. Soon, Eldred had one of his own s’mores. “Strange.” Rosalind watched intently as Eldred took a bite. “How is it?”
Eldred swallowed, “Very sweet. It is good, sticky, melted, much sweeter than a stechen berry pie.” He finished it, noticing his hands were now sticky. “I’m inclined towards singing as well, and I’m sure Rosalind is too. She has a lovely voice.” Rosalind smiled appreciatively, Eldred pretended not to notice, watching the flames and distracting himself of that weird feeling.
"No! Monkeys should have pets, all monkeys should have pets!"
…I have actually never had a smore so…I am learning with the charries XD
@theshadow @kielah-h @theducktator @princesachronicle22 @kyronthearcaninCallyn
Evelyn slid a marshmallow on Callum’s stick for him, perfectly centering it. “It should cook evenly that way, right?”
Callum shrugged. “This…squishy white-thingy whatever it is-”
“Marshmallow. It’s a marshmallow Callum.”
“Yeah, that. What you said. Well, this marshmallow…” Callum paused, looking at the end of his stick. “…is currently on fire.”
“Callum!” Evelyn shouted, shaking her head.
The group around them were each trying to do their best to make the smores, each to varying degrees of success. Evelyn managed to make a perfect one, but Callum’s never got beyond being fireballs. Next thing he knew, they were talking about singing.
“Where’s Fairy?” Callum asked. “She has a good voice. We could get her and Dad to do a duet.”
Evelyn shrugged. “We could do one.”
Callum lifted an eyebrow. “You can sing, I can only squak.”
Silfair
Fairy brought Silvanis the sticky mess that was her attempt at smores. It took a little convincing, hut he did eat it in the end. Fairy leaned against the tree with him, twirling her hair around her finger. “Why don’t you come join us?”
“Don’t feel like it.”
Fairy nodded, falling silent for a few moments before speaking again. “Will you at least sing one song?”
“Why should I?”
“Because I’d like that. Will you sing just one, please? For me?” She looked him in the eyes, her greenish brown eyes large and pleading. She saw Silvanus’s slitted pupils widen a bit.
“Fine. One.” Silvanis caved.
Fairy let out a squeal of excitement. “Do you remember the one we used to sing as children together?”
Silvanis nodded.
“Perfect! We’ll do that one!” Fairy grabbed Silvanus’s hand, pulling him towards the fire. “We’re up for singing!”
"You need French Toast."
#AnduthForever (hopefully 💕)@theducktator MY STICK MENTION????
lol
That was such a funny video……
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
…I have actually never had a smore so…I am learning with the charries
What?? We need to send you one ASAP.
@kielah-h @theducktator @princesachronicle22 @kyronthearcanin
Azalea
Everyone seemed much happier now, annd Azalea smiled. It was nice sitting there with Trevor… well, with everyone. Right. Fairy had run over to Silvanus, and came back over with him in hand.
“We’re up for singing!” Fairy exclaimed.
“Great, do you need any music? There might be an instrument somewhere in the main cabin.” Azalea glanced back at it now, and could definitely remember seeing a guitar somewhere.
"No! Monkeys should have pets, all monkeys should have pets!"
@theshadow @theducktator @princesachronicle22 @kyronthearcanin
I love how this chat disappears for several days or weeks and then someone (usually me for some reason lol) is like “hey, we need to start this back up again!!”
I picked a good set of characters for this tbh. They’re ones I’m currently working on, so when I think of them, which is often, I’ll be reminded of this forum, and thus, it’s kinda hard to kill.
anyway.
here’s a RP
Huntress and Sniper
Stephen sang, a humorous song about hitting people with sticks. The kind of thing Scout and Soldier would find utterly hilarious.
The others picked up on this and thought singing (proper songs, not silly ones) would be a good idea. Fairy even brought a slightly annoyed Silvanis over to join in.
“Do you need any music? There might be instruments somewhere in the main cabin.” Azalea nodded to it.
Sniper stood up. “I could check it out for ya.” he told her.
He returned with a gold saxophone. “There’s lots a’ instruments in there–includin’ some I’ve never seen before. Maybe from wherever they’re from.” He gestured to Silvanis’s group, before sitting back down beside me and playing a few experimental notes on the instrument in his hands.
I’m no musician. I’d just be happy to hear him play. He almost never did it anymore.
I was also curious to hear what music sounded like from everyone else’s worlds. The Earth that Stephen and Joy or Trevor and Azalea [they’re from Earth right???] came from didn’t sound quite like ours, Eldred and Rosalind were either from far in the past or some other world entirely, and it was quite obvious that Silvanis, Fairy, and their group weren’t from our planet, or even galaxy, at all.
I sat back and watched as several of them went into the cabin and came back with whatever instrument they happened to be good at.
If nothing else, it’d be funny to hear them try to become coordinated in their playing.
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
@theshadow @keilah-h @theducktator @kyronthearcanin @princesachronicle22
Silfair
“There’s lots a’ instruments in there–includin’ some I’ve never seen before. Maybe from wherever they’re from.” Sniper gestured to Silvanis and co.
Silvanis gave Fairy a side eye. “No.”
Fairy deflated, looking at Silvanis slightly grumpily. “Why not? You used to love to play.”
“No.”
“Yes! Oh, come one you, let’s go grab instruments!”
Silvanis refused, so Fairy, hard set in her resolution, went and got her instrument alone. She returned with a violin-like instrument, missing it’s bow and strings. The body was decorated with beautiful engravings, mostly of tiny scenes of meadow’s and the ocean.
Silvanis caved, going to get an instrument, coming back with a coin-like piece. He threw this on the ground, and a hologram piano appeared. His fingers touched the keys, and he did a few scales before nodding to Fairy.
Fairy ran her hand over her violin, creating strings out of small vines that curled around the instrument with small green tendrils and tender leaves, hiding all the carvings except those of the elements earth and air. She held the instrument like a normal person would, but posed with hand and no bow.
With a nod, a breeze rose under Fairy’s fingers, humming over the strings in a sound undescribable. With the light playing of Silvanis on the higher notes of the piano keys, it morphed into a melody, Silvanis began singing first in traditional Realn, and soon Fairy joined in elvish.
Silvanis had a surprisingly good voice, that turned out to be less deep than his usual voice. Fairy’s was the voice of her mother, the voice of her magical ancestor’s. Beautiful, ringing, and with it came a rise in her elemental powers, for a refreshing breeze tickled the fire, and a few small flowers bloomed at Fairy’s feet.
The song itself went back and forth between the two singers, Silvanus’s part seeming to be played by a disheartened and annoyed man, but that may have only been how he sung it, while Fairy’s was free, even dancing as she played, gently nudging Silvanis to fall in love with the music as she had.
Finally, Silvanus’s mood changed, in such a way it was heard even in the keys. His voice rose with Fairy’s, singing the final minutes, before the song ended with a few slow notes from Fairy’s violin.
I was gonna write a song for them, but it was taking too long, so I did this instead.
"You need French Toast."
#AnduthForever (hopefully 💕)@rae That was amazing. Whatever song you were writing for them, I’d love to see it if you ever finish it.
@theshadow @theducktator @princesachronicle22 @kyronthearcaninHuntress
Whoa.
That was different.
The holographic instrument Silvanis played reminded me of a piano, and Fairy was holding something like a violin but with vines for strings. Strange, but not too out of the ordinary.
It was their song that really grabbed me.
I knew none of the words, and it was clear that no one else here (except maybe Callum and Evelyn, who were from the same universe) understood it either, but the words had an almost magical quality to them.
Perhaps there really was some kind of magic at play, too, considering the flowers that sprouted at Fairy’s feet and the sudden breeze that ruffled my hair under my hat and made the fire flicker.
Sniper stared forward intently, looking toward the fire but focused on nothing, the whole time they played. He had put down his instrument, and I noticed his hands twitching as if he wanted to grasp at something else. I wondered what was going through his head, but didn’t want to interrupt it by asking, settling for slipping my much smaller hand into his. His fingers curled around mine and stopped their fidgety movements.
When they finished their song, he seemed to snap out of whatever trance he was put in by it. “Well….that was somethin’ else.” he said, shaking his head a bit to fully clear out any lingering traces of it.
He then realized he was gripping my hand and released it with an embarrassed look, tipping his hat down slightly to hide his face.
ok….so that happened and for the record I did NOT plan that. I don’t know what got into Sniper and Huntress tbh. They kinda wrote their own thing.
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
XD characters have such a great tendency of doing that.
"No! Monkeys should have pets, all monkeys should have pets!"
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