Open Quests & Catch-All!

[whichcraft]

WHO: Summer and YOU
WHERE: Prompts are specifically in Bluo and Flavo but you can catch her anywhere in Chroma, really.
WHEN: Mid- to end of March! New arrivals are very welcome.
WHAT: Open starters for Quest 48 and Quest 51, for anybody looking to complete those!
WARNINGS: None that I can think of! I'll update as needed.



I — QUEST 48 (OTA, she's a red!)

[There's actually relatively little to do for general everyday entertainment in Chroma if you're not doing the quests posted to the forum, and this month's complement of them had definitely caught Summer's eye — not least of which because most of them are either so vague as to be conveniently easy to accomplish, or so straightforward that there's not a lot of hoops to jump through in order to complete them. Like hell she's about to let herself be thrown into the harbor, though, and she's not particularly eager to swap bodies with anyone, but the others? She is a red, after all, and the one about remembering someone who's gone...

Well. She's got plenty of experience with clinging to nothing but memories, doesn't she.

It's really just a question of what she wants to do for the remembrance one, really, and while she thinks it over, she goes to hang out by the library in Bluo, setting up a hand-lettered sign that reads:

BE AN ANIMAL FOR AN HOUR
(a quest-worthy new experience!)

Offer not available to people who can already transform into animals. Area witch accepts no liability for dumb shit you may do while in animal form. Standard data and message rates apply.

She's sitting nearby, sketching something in a notebook propped up on her knees, if you care to inquire.]



II — QUEST 51 (OTA)

[Eventually, though, she seems to have figured out what it is she wants to do for Quest 51, and that means all that she needs is a passerby to share it with her. She's taking up residence for this one out near the apple trees in the garden in Flavo, so if you're in that area, you may just be approached by a petite redhead in a long black cloak with a blue jay on her shoulder and a look of determination in her eyes.]

Hey, can I borrow you for a sec? It's for a quest. You don't really have to do anything other than stand around and witness the majesty, okay? Super simple.



III — WILDCARD

[Want to do a different quest? Want her to throw you into the harbor? Want to meet up with Summer somewhere else for an entirely different reason? Wildcard her up!]

Comments

ii.

[suddenlybees]

Eh...

[ He just wanted an apple for lunch... But that's a simple enough request, yeah, but that doesn't stop Kano from being overly suspicious about it, trying to run through his mind what sort of quests were even available that might involve standing around and watching some sort of "majesty." A new experience, maybe? He'd never been asked to stand there and do nothing. ]

Alright, alright, you have my full attention! Go ahead~

[whichcraft]

Cool, okay.

[Okay, great. Audience, check. Tribute, about to happen. Although, first, maybe she better clarify one little thing really quick.]

This is a thing for Dave, by the way. Did you know Dave? I feel like everybody did, unless he left before you got here.

[suddenlybees]

If he left more than two days ago, I probably don't know him. Is he a celebrity around here? The mayor? What happened to him?

[ People can't escape from this town, is what's been drilled into his head the two days he's been here, so. ]

[whichcraft]

Oh, you're really new. Well, welcome to Chroma, I guess. Dave's the guy who named it so I guess that's kind of like being a celebrity? He was a cool guy.

[She jerks a thumb at the garden, and specifically the trees.]

He was one of the guys who gave us all this. He liked the apples best, I think, so it's neat that we still have them even though he's not here anymore.

48;

[paladads]

[ Shiro reads. He scrolls past through the forum at the suggestion of a young man, Keigo, looking for the so-called quests they talked about, and what he finds makes him grow thoughtful. The grim, flyaway ending of a story about a magical hen isn't reassuring and he files the tale away for later only to be reminded of it when exploring his way to the library in Bluo.

Witch makes him highly sceptical, folding his arms as if in defiance of anything so innocent as turning someone into an animal, glancing around for somebody to ask about the advertisement. That ends up being a nearby girl. ]

Ah, excuse me. Do you know anything about this?

[whichcraft]

I sure hope so, I'm the one who put it up.

[Says the girl with almost aggressively red hair, wrapped up in some kind of black cloak that is clearly not normal — it's far too big for her, and dwarfs her in its folds, and for some reason the fabric is difficult to look at for long periods of time, as though the gaze that lands on it just sort of slips off like teflon, and ends up fixing somewhere else.

It's magic, that much is evident. At least to anybody with a habit of recognizing magic.]

I'm Sabrina. Area witch, at your service. You looking to get turned into an animal?

[paladads]

[ Is that a magic-eye book turned cloak, sure seems like it. At least she looks more Teen Witch and less Evil Haggar, which he was almost expecting. ]

I don't know, sounds like it would be a painful process. What's involved?

[whichcraft]

I mean, do you want the stage explanation or the real one? If I were actually trying I'd sell you some bullshit about how I'll reach deep into the fourth dimension with my mystic eye and pull free a warp of the cosmic firmament with my spindle fingers of enigma and enchantment. In practice it's more like "I poke you with a spell and you turn into an animal for an hour."

[There's showmanship, and then there's practicality. A time for everything under the sun, as it were.]

It wears off by itself so you're not dependent on me taking it off of you. I can take it off of you sooner if you hate it or whatever, but it's not permanent. I'm even generous and let you pick the thing you want to be. Cats are pretty popular, historically.

I.

[witchual]

[ Well, Magilou has only just heard about these "quest" things, but of course her eyes immediately found the "area witch" remark. That's a thought that excites her. She's both 1. interested in fellow witchcraft, since no one here is all that jazzed about calling themselves a witch, and 2. curious about what this witch can do. And Magilou can't turn into an animal, so... two birds with one stone?

She bounds over to this suspected-witch curiously, crossing her arms as she approaches. ]

What's this about the "area witch" remark? [ Is someone stealing her thunder? (Yes, she just arrived. Yes, she still thinks this.) With a mock gasp, she continues: ] Could it be that another witch waits in the wings?

[whichcraft]

That would be what the sign says.

[Her eyebrows go up at the theatrics, peering at Magilou over the tops of her knees, which are still arched up to support the sketchbook propped against them that she's been doodling in.]

This conversation isn't going to end with a "this town ain't big enough for the both of us", is it?

[witchual]

That depends on your answers to my questions.

[ She gives a slight quirk of her eyebrows right back, plastering a sly smile on her face. ]

I'm not about to sacrifice another witch to unjust judgement right away. It's a difficult world for our kind. Transmogrification isn't something I'm familiar with, and it can be a useful trick.

[ She's halfway considering asking for details, but that probably wouldn't pan out. It's not likely that their magic is the same sort, not with everyone from this town being from different worlds. ]

What sort of magic do you use? Amplification via catalyst, a magical item, innate powers? It must be a different kind, if someone as fantastically wicked as I hasn't experienced an animal transformation before.

[whichcraft]

I'm not really sure if I feel like talking shop with somebody whose decision of whether or not to kill me apparently hinges on how much you like what I have to say. Not a huge fan of having to justify my continued existence based on how interesting I am.

[This is off to a great start.]

Just a pro tip. If you're looking for a friendly conversation, you might want to dial back the murder.

II

[troubadamsel]

It sounds... simple.

[Yet she can't help but be suspicious.]

[whichcraft]

It is simple. You remember Dave, right?

[Who doesn't remember Dave, really. Fools, that's who.]

[troubadamsel]

Of course I do, and I miss him deeply.

[Don't most folks?]

[whichcraft]

So, I want to do a tribute to him. You know, for that quest? But it takes two people. Says so right on the thing.

["The thing" being the quest post, probably.]

"With someone else". Means I can't do it by myself.

i.

[parakalein]

[ She really is at the library, then -- like Shiro said. Keith doesn't trust her -- well, he doesn't trust anyone that isn't Shiro or the other paladins, but he trusts that she checks out somewhat, even if he's wary.

But he's here to do it for a quest, right? He's here to figure out what kind of a person she is and to make sure his best friend isn't hurt in his desire to make himself useful. Who knows what kinds of people are in here?

So he turns up, spotting the violently red-headed witch and her notebook. Kosmo's trotting at his heels, very clearly not your regularly kind of space wolf. ]

You're Sabrina?

[ Cuts right to the chase because he's just That Kind of Guy. ]

[whichcraft]

Sure am. Who's asking?

[At first glance, she almost thinks it's Noctis — from a distance, the similarities are pretty easy to fall prey to, from the dark tousled hair to the way they move when they walk. It's mostly the wolf at his side and the scar on his face that tip her off that this is somebody different, at least until he speaks, because obviously the king of Lucis already knows precisely who she is, and this guy doesn't.]

[parakalein]

Keith, I'm Shiro's friend.

[ And he's here to collect a lion, and check out this witch for himself. She's... pretty, and definitely not as awful as the witch that had been so busy trying to kill them all back at home. But still, appearances can deceive, right? And he'd rushed here as quickly as he could despite his trust in Shiro; every protective instinct flares, keeps his demeanor tense despite the fact that Shiro is more than capable of taking care of himself. ]

Is he here? Will there be any side effects?

[nascere]

Just an hour?

[ Noctis asks when he lands in front of her, having warped his way there because he's a lazy ass and walking's too annoying. He's eyeing the sign with amusement, especially the last part, and supposes this quest is pretty useful, right? It's technically his first time having Summer turn him into a cat; the last time, he was the one who turned himself into a cat, so it doesn't count.

Has he been harboring fond memories of his catliness? Yes, yes he has. ]

[whichcraft]

[She fixes him with a pointed look, all rolled eyes and disbelieving set to her mouth.]

You of all people should know why it's only an hour. That's only how long the spell lasts, remember? You literally cast it on yourself?

[nascere]

[ Noctis, fortunately, has the grace to look sheepish. ]

Oh. I thought I was just bad at using your magic.

[ Did he repeatedly turn himself into a cat during the power swap? Yes. Yes, he did. ]

iii.

[photoshooter]

[On a day Summer isn't a-questing, Prompto plays the boyfriend card to get what he wants, and what he wants are snuggles. They're piled together at the hideout under the house he built for Jericho, Prompto with his camera and Summer with her sketching, when he looks up.]

Hey, did you still want to go investigate the woods?

[whichcraft]

Nooooooooo, why are you moving.

[That's not a "no, I don't want to go look around in the woods", notably. Just a long, anguished groan typical of someone who is Comfy™ and does not wish it Disrupted™.]

...We could. You mean like right now? It's a decent enough day out, I guess.

[photoshooter]

It doesn't have to be right now. I was just thinking about it. What with all the new people and all.

[Sadly for Summer, her Comfy^TM Boyfriend continues moving, but happily, it's to rub his hand up and down her arm.]

Guess I forgot what it was like to have all those questions no one knew the answers to. I feel kind of bad for, like... not looking harder. You know?