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[OPEN LOG] Welcome to Cape Beryl!
Who: Everyone!
When: Spring 2nd - all day.
Where: All across Cape Beryl.
What: You've splashed down into the Harvest Goddess's sacred pond, pulled yourself out - or perhaps been pulled out by an out-of-breath and soaking stranger, shaken off the worst of the shock of the cold and the unexpected trip underwater, and likely by now noticed that the little silver piece of jewelry that put you through this seems to have found its way around your neck.
Now you ought to get your bearings. Leave Goddess Grotto whenever you're ready, take the path out along a beach and up the cliffs to a village - see where you are, maybe if you can get directions. No matter what, you're going to realize that you're somewhere new - but maybe some of the Bower Village townspeople will be willing to help you get sorted out. If nothing else, maybe you'll be drawn into talking to anyone else you might catch sight of wandering the village, disoriented, soaked to the skin, and with a silver heart-shaped pendant around their neck. Depending on how you see it, you're not all alone - not any more than everyone else, anyway.
Headers for open interactions in example locations will be posted - but by all means, start threads wherever and with whoever you like!
Rating: Expected K-PG - subject to change as appropriate.
It's a cool, early spring day - the air and the breeze may not agree with anyone with wet clothes. But apart from that, the atmosphere is pleasant and peaceful; distant chirps of birds can be heard from the mouth of Goddess Grotto to Mt. Throne. The trees and grasses are pale green and flowers are budding in the meadows - not to mention the garden at Florist Lilia and de Sainte-Coquille Park.
And the town at the top of the cliffs is somewhat drowsily at peace. It's far from deserted - stabled behind a house on the town's east side is a healthy-looking mule, and a pair of chickens and a goat hang around in a pen behind an inn, the town's brightly-dressed mailwoman is out and about, as is the town watchman, who will likely be ready to approach anyone with an unfamiliar face before they can approach him, if he happens to catch them on his rounds. However, although anyone may freely knock on any of the doors in Bower Village and expect a polite "come in", no one is prepared for company, and whoever is inside might jump at finding themselves talking to a clearly displaced stranger!
When: Spring 2nd - all day.
Where: All across Cape Beryl.
What: You've splashed down into the Harvest Goddess's sacred pond, pulled yourself out - or perhaps been pulled out by an out-of-breath and soaking stranger, shaken off the worst of the shock of the cold and the unexpected trip underwater, and likely by now noticed that the little silver piece of jewelry that put you through this seems to have found its way around your neck.
Now you ought to get your bearings. Leave Goddess Grotto whenever you're ready, take the path out along a beach and up the cliffs to a village - see where you are, maybe if you can get directions. No matter what, you're going to realize that you're somewhere new - but maybe some of the Bower Village townspeople will be willing to help you get sorted out. If nothing else, maybe you'll be drawn into talking to anyone else you might catch sight of wandering the village, disoriented, soaked to the skin, and with a silver heart-shaped pendant around their neck. Depending on how you see it, you're not all alone - not any more than everyone else, anyway.
Headers for open interactions in example locations will be posted - but by all means, start threads wherever and with whoever you like!
Rating: Expected K-PG - subject to change as appropriate.
It's a cool, early spring day - the air and the breeze may not agree with anyone with wet clothes. But apart from that, the atmosphere is pleasant and peaceful; distant chirps of birds can be heard from the mouth of Goddess Grotto to Mt. Throne. The trees and grasses are pale green and flowers are budding in the meadows - not to mention the garden at Florist Lilia and de Sainte-Coquille Park.
And the town at the top of the cliffs is somewhat drowsily at peace. It's far from deserted - stabled behind a house on the town's east side is a healthy-looking mule, and a pair of chickens and a goat hang around in a pen behind an inn, the town's brightly-dressed mailwoman is out and about, as is the town watchman, who will likely be ready to approach anyone with an unfamiliar face before they can approach him, if he happens to catch them on his rounds. However, although anyone may freely knock on any of the doors in Bower Village and expect a polite "come in", no one is prepared for company, and whoever is inside might jump at finding themselves talking to a clearly displaced stranger!
u jelly, dyuusu?
She was so beautiful.
Regardless, Deuce's next words brought him out of his trance. With the deep blushes all over his face, Ace purposely let out a cough, hoping that his previous expression didn't go all noticed by her.
"N-no, actually," again, that seemed rather weird for him to stutter at this moment, but he still could hardly contain his levelheadedness. "You look magnificent."
Suddenly, complimenting was more important than discussing their current situation right now. Maybe that wasn't quite a compliment, though, for that was a fact to Ace's eyes.
.................yes she is ;u;
The number two was still the shiest girl though, and her blushes were extravagant as she listened to Ace's statement about herself.
"T-Thank you."
Deuce let her hand roam around her hair a moment, twirling it nervously before she was able to swallow the awkward lump in her throat. Now that Ace had brought the topic up, it wasn't wrong for her to raise another one, right?
"Ace looks amazing, too," a nervous, shy giggles erupted from her tiny lips. "Even in that outfit."
Basically, she was saying that he was pretty good looking. Although that may sounded a bit... different in her partner's ears.
...don't worry, he's dedicated. To you.
"A-Anyway," a cough once again as he tried to re-compose his pokerface. "What have you gathered so far, Deuce?"
Hopefully this would work, because if it wouldn't, he was screwed.
d-doki doki
before 'her'! I can grammar, really!And it worked. She was more than glad to drop the subject as well, really. So when Ace had pulled the right card, Deuce nodded in agreement, still rather awkward and shy.
"Oh, quite a bit hopefully," she answered, rather confident of herself. "This place is called Cape Beryl, and the cave I fell into is called Goddess Grotto. The villagers don't seem to have any idea of what happened to us, though. Although I've been hearing something about Harvest Goddess."
At every sentences, Deuce paused a bit before she continued. Yes, addressing 'I fell' instead of 'we fell' felt like the right choice of words. After all, who ever could tell whether Ace splashed onto the water on the cave? Not her, of course.
Her last two sentences were still questionable though. She was yet to get into the details of that.
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"Indeed,they didn't seem to get any idea about what I've asked them as well," he emphasized on her third statement. He didn't really want to jump into conclusion, but with the setting that was totally different from Orience, as well as the blindness of the villagers about it, it was as if...
"This may sounds rather silly," especially when it came from him. "But would you believe me if I were to say that we're in an alternate world altogether?"
Because other country didn't seem to cut it. Too much uncanny differences.
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"Actually, yes," a small nod from Deuce, before she shifted her position a little, resting her arms on the wooden table. "Nobody seemed to even know anything about Crystal."
The predicament they were in was quite absurd, but somehow, she still had the feeling that this would lead them to a better future.