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middaeg2020-03-05 08:41 pm
quintessent) wrote in middaeg2020-03-05 08:41 pm
Allura - Open Log Prompts For Mareuer
Who: Allura and [OPEN]
When: Vague times around March
Where: Aefenglom and specifically Diplomatea for some options
What: Allura is getting settled into life here and also experiences her first rainy season
Warnings: None
A. Princess' First Job (At Diplomatea)
[Allura is thankful to Everett, for giving her a chance with his shop. The flowers and the scent of the tea was what drew her in in the first place – when she found herself without a coin to her name for the first time in her life, and the atmosphere had been warm and welcoming. He'd even been kind enough to give her some clothes (or, a uniform, as some put it. Allura thought it was quite cute.)
She's never had a proper job before but she's a hard worker and so far she's been met with nothing but patience. Putting together flowers is her favorite part, though the tea serving took some... learning.
Maybe she's not paying attention, or it's just a bad stroke of luck, but there's a clumsy moment where her knuckle brushes against the heated side of one of the tea kettles – just for a second but it's a second long enough for her to feel a sharp pain and she yanks her hand back with a startled yelp.]
Ah- [She winces, already hearing someone else hurrying over to her side – one of her fellow employees, or a guest perhaps.] I'm alright, just careless.
B. The vague open ended one (Diplomatea)
[It's late one evening, when the lights from the tea shop glowed warm against the cool night air, the business empty and Allura was sitting, enjoying her own cup of tea, her limbs heavy after a long, but good day of work. It was... nice. She still had thoughts of getting home that hung heavy over her, but days like this it was a little easier. To fall into a routine and feel a little more normal than she has since she arrived here.
The bells at the door pull her from her reverie and she looks up, setting the cup down,]
Can I assist you?
C. Rolling up her sleeves. (In town)
[Now that she has a little money to her name there's an item in town that she's been eying for some time – a simple, sturdy wooden trunk from a local carpenter's shop. It's nice and she's been wanting a safe place to put her belongings from her world until it's time to go home (and maybe a safe place to hide shiny valuables from her Merrow housemate.)
Coin exchanged and trunk at her feet, Allura only now realizes a big mistake: When she arrived in Aefenglom it was without any of her Altean-born powers. Which means no hoisting around heavy boxes like they weight nothing. But what to do with the trunk?
It's pure stubbornness that gets her as far as she gets, lifting and hefting and pushing until at some point down the road she has to stop, Panting as she leans to take a rest against the large trunk.]
Stars, how do humans live like this? They're made of gossamer compared to Alteans.
[Help a princess out?]
D. It's like rain
[Altea didn't have rain. Not in the same way that humans knewthanks a lot Voltron canon and certainly Allura has never experienced anything like the rainy season in Aefenglom. What is a normal, even annoying phenomenon for one has Allura looking up, shielding her eyes the moment rain starts to pitter-patter on the roofs of the buildings around her
It's not the first rain she's seen, and she's delighted, but delight quickly turns into distress as the gentle sprinkle turns into a real downpour. And she quickly jogs for shelter- but not before getting absolutely drenched in the meantime.]
Apologies- [Allura sputters, standing in the doorway of the first building she came upon with water absolutely coming down in rivulets from her hair and dress, in a puddle on the floor underneath her. She holds her hands out, a little at a loss of what to do with herself] That's- Is this a normal amount of rain?
E. Wildcard
[Feel free to throw anything at me, or my plotting post is over here if you'd like to talk something specific! I'll probably be adding some closed starters below as the month goes on as I make plans with people too!]
When: Vague times around March
Where: Aefenglom and specifically Diplomatea for some options
What: Allura is getting settled into life here and also experiences her first rainy season
Warnings: None
A. Princess' First Job (At Diplomatea)
[Allura is thankful to Everett, for giving her a chance with his shop. The flowers and the scent of the tea was what drew her in in the first place – when she found herself without a coin to her name for the first time in her life, and the atmosphere had been warm and welcoming. He'd even been kind enough to give her some clothes (or, a uniform, as some put it. Allura thought it was quite cute.)
She's never had a proper job before but she's a hard worker and so far she's been met with nothing but patience. Putting together flowers is her favorite part, though the tea serving took some... learning.
Maybe she's not paying attention, or it's just a bad stroke of luck, but there's a clumsy moment where her knuckle brushes against the heated side of one of the tea kettles – just for a second but it's a second long enough for her to feel a sharp pain and she yanks her hand back with a startled yelp.]
Ah- [She winces, already hearing someone else hurrying over to her side – one of her fellow employees, or a guest perhaps.] I'm alright, just careless.
B. The vague open ended one (Diplomatea)
[It's late one evening, when the lights from the tea shop glowed warm against the cool night air, the business empty and Allura was sitting, enjoying her own cup of tea, her limbs heavy after a long, but good day of work. It was... nice. She still had thoughts of getting home that hung heavy over her, but days like this it was a little easier. To fall into a routine and feel a little more normal than she has since she arrived here.
The bells at the door pull her from her reverie and she looks up, setting the cup down,]
Can I assist you?
C. Rolling up her sleeves. (In town)
[Now that she has a little money to her name there's an item in town that she's been eying for some time – a simple, sturdy wooden trunk from a local carpenter's shop. It's nice and she's been wanting a safe place to put her belongings from her world until it's time to go home (and maybe a safe place to hide shiny valuables from her Merrow housemate.)
Coin exchanged and trunk at her feet, Allura only now realizes a big mistake: When she arrived in Aefenglom it was without any of her Altean-born powers. Which means no hoisting around heavy boxes like they weight nothing. But what to do with the trunk?
It's pure stubbornness that gets her as far as she gets, lifting and hefting and pushing until at some point down the road she has to stop, Panting as she leans to take a rest against the large trunk.]
Stars, how do humans live like this? They're made of gossamer compared to Alteans.
[Help a princess out?]
D. It's like rain
[Altea didn't have rain. Not in the same way that humans knew
It's not the first rain she's seen, and she's delighted, but delight quickly turns into distress as the gentle sprinkle turns into a real downpour. And she quickly jogs for shelter- but not before getting absolutely drenched in the meantime.]
Apologies- [Allura sputters, standing in the doorway of the first building she came upon with water absolutely coming down in rivulets from her hair and dress, in a puddle on the floor underneath her. She holds her hands out, a little at a loss of what to do with herself] That's- Is this a normal amount of rain?
E. Wildcard
[Feel free to throw anything at me, or my plotting post is over here if you'd like to talk something specific! I'll probably be adding some closed starters below as the month goes on as I make plans with people too!]
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[He said, watching her carefully. Even with the strange pupils, she seemed like a fairly ordinary individual in his experience.]
But an associate from my world who is skilled in magic found himself needing to relearn everything since we arrived. That, and... I do not know about elsewhere, but in my experience those with healing magic are not able to heal themselves.
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What you say makes sense - I lost all of my powers when I first came here. And the magic here is quite different from my own.
[But-] The only way to find out is to try. You might want to stand back.
[An unbonded witch trying magic that she hasn't properly learned seems like a great idea. One that she seems to be committing to.]
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Be careful, [He said, quickly glancing across the counter at the crowded lobby.] We have a packed house today.
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Mind set, she gives a firm nod, and then closes her eyes. She thinks of the battery exercise from when she first arrived, letting her energy flow slowly. Just cracking the lid on the well of magical energy she could feel under her skin. Just a little at a time, focusing on her hand.
Nearby, one of the freshly cut bouquets starts growing - barely enough to notice at first, but soon one of the buds has bloomed, and the stalks long enough to start drooping under their own weight.]
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...It could be dangerous, Lorenz knew. All magic was-- but, he wanted to see what Allura could do.]
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And just as suddenly, the magic ends when Allura opens her eyes, taking in the sight of the small forest of flowers and greens growing around them. Nearby some of the patrons have taken notice and there's a low chatter and gawking. Some impressed while others tutting about letting magic run awry.
She looked down at her hand, face heating up.]
I guess it didn't work.
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Everett would likely be entertained. It was Viren that Lorenz was concerned about.]
Didn't it?
[He asked, casting her a curious look while he started gathering up some of the foliage. They would certainly need trimmed-- among other things.]
You certainly are quite talented otherwise.
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It still hurts, at least.
[If it was healed, it was only minimally. It was a little challenging, going from begin practically a prodigy when it came to Altean magic, to... whatever she was now. But Lorenz praise has her lifting her head,]
Do you really think so? It just looks like I made a mess in here.