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01 - [open log]
Who: McGillis Fareed & YOU.
Which: Open Log
Where: Around the Residential Area and the forest.
What: A few open prompts regarding adjusting to daily life in Songerein as well as trying (and largely failing) to get the hang of that dreamotion energy.
Warnings: Blood in prompt I. Otherwise none so far.
I. to wash away the sin
[ Sometimes in the early morning McGillis can be found walking to the well, wishing very intently that washing machines were a thing here. Hopefully sometime soon they'll figure out how to make something like it with dreamotion energy... but for now, he's carrying a bucket of bloody rags in what feels like it's going to become a morning ritual. By his side, a giant beetle is happily trotting along. McGillis occasionally tosses it a berry from his pocket.
At the well, he pulls up water to fill his bucket and wash out the rags like a laundry maiden of old. While he's not verbally complaining about it, he does look pretty displeased. And man, all that blood is nasty. ]
II. to eat the fruit of knowledge
[ McGillis is no stranger to having to find his own food, but it's always been in an urban environment where stealing is easy and trashcans are abundant. Foraging for fruit is still pretty new to him. It is, in a lot of ways, also better. It's a calm activity, without the watchful mistrusting eyes of people around following his every move. Freshly picked fruit isn't rotten either; there is no disgust factor.
It also feels more tedious though. And McGillis is realizing that while he knows a lot about birds, he does not know nearly enough about say... mushrooms. Are these edible? Find him in the forest staring down for a good five minutes before deciding not to risk it. ]
We should pool our knowledge and write a guide for this, or someone will wind up seriously getting ill...
III. to be attuned to one's emotions
[ Walking by riverside you might come across a spot in which the air feels notably a little cooler than elsewhere - and at the epicenter of that spot is McGillis, sitting crosslegged on the floor and seeming like he's maybe meditating or something..??
Dreamotion energy is not easy when being in tune with your feelings is something you have hated profusely all of your life. McGillis could easily go on forever acknowledging only one single emotion: anger. Unfortunately this has turned out to be incredibly unhelpful for the practice of his new and incredibly relevant powers. He'd like to get to the point of using them for home improvement sometime soon.
As he strains his mind, something in front of him does start glowing and forming, at least occasionally, but it falls apart just as quickly. Every time it does, unnoticed by McGillis, a daisy in the near vicinity wilts. Anger, he knows how to feel. Anger turns into power. It's just not the power he wants right now.
He is not used to being bad at something. ]
Which: Open Log
Where: Around the Residential Area and the forest.
What: A few open prompts regarding adjusting to daily life in Songerein as well as trying (and largely failing) to get the hang of that dreamotion energy.
Warnings: Blood in prompt I. Otherwise none so far.
I. to wash away the sin
[ Sometimes in the early morning McGillis can be found walking to the well, wishing very intently that washing machines were a thing here. Hopefully sometime soon they'll figure out how to make something like it with dreamotion energy... but for now, he's carrying a bucket of bloody rags in what feels like it's going to become a morning ritual. By his side, a giant beetle is happily trotting along. McGillis occasionally tosses it a berry from his pocket.
At the well, he pulls up water to fill his bucket and wash out the rags like a laundry maiden of old. While he's not verbally complaining about it, he does look pretty displeased. And man, all that blood is nasty. ]
II. to eat the fruit of knowledge
[ McGillis is no stranger to having to find his own food, but it's always been in an urban environment where stealing is easy and trashcans are abundant. Foraging for fruit is still pretty new to him. It is, in a lot of ways, also better. It's a calm activity, without the watchful mistrusting eyes of people around following his every move. Freshly picked fruit isn't rotten either; there is no disgust factor.
It also feels more tedious though. And McGillis is realizing that while he knows a lot about birds, he does not know nearly enough about say... mushrooms. Are these edible? Find him in the forest staring down for a good five minutes before deciding not to risk it. ]
We should pool our knowledge and write a guide for this, or someone will wind up seriously getting ill...
III. to be attuned to one's emotions
[ Walking by riverside you might come across a spot in which the air feels notably a little cooler than elsewhere - and at the epicenter of that spot is McGillis, sitting crosslegged on the floor and seeming like he's maybe meditating or something..??
Dreamotion energy is not easy when being in tune with your feelings is something you have hated profusely all of your life. McGillis could easily go on forever acknowledging only one single emotion: anger. Unfortunately this has turned out to be incredibly unhelpful for the practice of his new and incredibly relevant powers. He'd like to get to the point of using them for home improvement sometime soon.
As he strains his mind, something in front of him does start glowing and forming, at least occasionally, but it falls apart just as quickly. Every time it does, unnoticed by McGillis, a daisy in the near vicinity wilts. Anger, he knows how to feel. Anger turns into power. It's just not the power he wants right now.
He is not used to being bad at something. ]
no subject
Let's avoid buttercup casualties and similar travesties then. Do you have any more natural poisons to add to the list?
no subject
European Yew's, Daffodils, Angel's Trumpet, Nightshade, Oleander. Those were among the most commonly known in the book I read about the subject, but unfortunately I don't have it on hand.
Do you know any natural poisons, Mr McGillis?