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Event Eight.

To thee I'll return, overburdened with care;
The heart's dearest solace will smile on me there.
No more from the cottage again will I roam,
Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home.

he Town is quiet this week. No sudden quests on the forum post, no roars of werewolves in the distance... just peaceful, peaceful quiet. Of course, it's hot as hell right now, but that aside, it's pretty pleasant. You probably don't want to wander around the Town right now, but...

Naturally, now's when the Town is going to start thoroughly encouraging you to do just that.

You do want to find your doorway back home, don't you?

Better get searching! And don't mind the other worlds you might end up stumbling into first.

Welcome to Awash's eighth event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post.

You are welcome to start your own posts or logs for this event as well. If there are any questions, please ask them here. Thank you!

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i meeeeaaaaannnn i went in mine?? it wasn't a school though. also it was an accident. i think if we're not supposed to maybe there should've been a warning on the forum or something???

Right. Uh, I've never seen anyone try to use one on an active spell, but I don't see why it shouldn't work the same? I guess when Noct puts magic in them, nothing really changes, it's just we throw them to break them open and then, boom!

[He raises his hands.]

Spell.

I guess you're right. It did show up as a quest that time. Something about resisting temptation.

Nothing happened to you when you went in? Really?

[ God, where to start with this mess? Yosano just wanted to look around the garden, not have her eyes assaulted with this atrocity. And yet, she still finds herself looking around? Curiosity? Doubtful. This just looks like a modern home of some kind, and where there is modern junk, there's bound to be something useful.

However, all she finds after a solid 14 seconds of looking around, is that she now has an incredibly high distaste for puppets. Wonder why that is...

That aside, she does turn to Dave with a bit of disdain when he eventually makes his presence known. ]

All this junk and there's not one phone charger?? [ Yep. That's... That's the thing she's going to point out. Sorry, Dave! Her priorities take precedence to Bro's weird obsession and the various dangerous things in the house. Her grumpiness will probably sway if she's out of this hellhole of a room. ]

it was just really really cold?? but that's because it's up in the arctic outerlands, so that makes sense. nothing even jumped at me or attacked or anything.

[He really couldn't ask for a better response than that; he smiles at her in return when she offers that hand, and will gladly take it as he stands.

This, he thinks, is going to be a lot of fun, and well-deserved with everything they've dealt with.]

Of course. Let's head in, and I'll show you all of the places we can take a look at. There's no rush, I think, so we can do everything you want to do.

[Into the tree doorway...!! And out into the AC of the mall, thank god; Minato is definitely relieved. And once they're there... he just gestures to the mall as a whole.]

Welcome to Paulownia Mall, Elizabeth-san. Usually it's busier than this, but I guess we won't have to wait for anything, at least.

[ dextera was sitting comfortably at Just Fine with the ribbons, but now that they’re all suffering from imminent heatstroke, he’s really excited about this raincloud. ]

…?

[ dextera turns his face just enough to prove he’s alive. ]

Fanfare?

Now she turns again, this time heading for the small tents that were put up. "I am a member of Ylisse's royal army, the Shepherds. It is our noble duty to protect not only our land, but those of our allies, and any who seek help." She then gestured outward, back to a path that stretched on for ages.

"We are in Valm, where they are being taken over by a bloodthirsty dictator."

That's true...

[Hmm...]

I could try to help tag-team it, so there's someone watching over the entrance?

[He will melt, but how could he ever leave something like this alone?]

[ Ah, so she really has found a disaster! He certainly is cute, too. Thinking of a few outfits for him right off the bat, she merely gives the usual pleasant smile and held out her hand. ]

Have you stumbled across any strange doorways yet? Regardless of your answer, I'd like to take you to the one I found.

Kinda like a homunculus. Little guy in a sealed jar, except instead of a guy it's a spell.

[Kind of like a prison, and there's something about that thought that pleases her inordinately. Locking up the wizard's spells in little cages of their own.]

You realize the kinds of things we're going to be putting in these jars are like...instantaneous death, right?

[ Great! This one seems like a pushover. And he's absolutely adorable! He'd make for a great model. She immediately reaches out to grab his hand and gently coaxes him to follow her inside. ]

I found one of those strange doorways, and I was hoping to convince someone to tag along with me. You don't mind, right?

... Okay.

[Minato stops moving forward obediently, quietly, and turns to face Dextera instead, quietly shifting to try to hold his hand instead of Dextera just clutching to his arm.]

If that's what you want, and this is yours, I won't go any further.

I feel as though that should be more than sufficient. But of course, what do I know.

[He pauses, squaring his shoulders, and closes his eyes for the briefest of moments before quickly flinging them open again.

No. His instinct is natural, to close his eyes so he won't see the lineup and the shot coming, but then it hits him that his eyesight is far too precious a commodity to squander it with willfully not looking.

Even should he get shot in the face, he'd rather see it coming than be blindsided by it.]

Are you confident? I am if you are.

Did you spend a lot of time in the arctic?

[He's guessing he got his school because he had to spend so much time there.]

Betrayal. There was supposed to be a peace treaty, but the Empire turned on us. On my dad. They killed him.

[ Presumably in the throne room. Noctis swallows hard, looking out at it. The core of Insomnia is still there, the shell of what used to be a buzzing, state of the art metropolis. He glances to Minato, then back out to all that's left of such beauty. His home, ravaged. ]

My dad sent me away before the treaty happened; I was supposed to marry to secure the treaty.

[ And then Insomnia fell and... well. ]

[Wow.

Aizawa isn't a particularly talkative person by nature, but he may or may not be rendered speechless by everything he's forced to take in the longer he willingly (???) stays there.

He doesn't understand kids, nor does he really want to.

And maybe it's due to the sheer amount of shit contained in those swords, but their collective weight is enough for the door to suddenly swing open just as Aizawa walks by. Thankfully, his reflexes help him avoid getting outright impaled, but one of the shitty swords still manages to squeeze out before he can close the fridge completely, clattering to the floor with a loud clang as it narrowly avoids Aizawa's boot in the process.]

... You have swords in your fridge. [It's...as much of an observation as it is a question.]

[ Oh, Prompto. Oh, buddy.

Noctis comes in soon after, catching Prompto on the couch and sleeping so soundly -- and it occurs to him that even though they'd all slept together most days ever since they entered Chroma, this is the first time he's sleeping so very soundly.

Huh.

He doesn't disturb, heading into the bedroom to fetch a blanket, draping it over him. ]

[Prompto hesitates because he's spent twenty years hesitating. Of course he's not confident, he's never been confident, confidence isn't him.

But Ignis is looking at him, and he demands, as always, the truth.

And the truth is Prompto's not afraid.]

You'll be fine, Iggy. I got this.

[He places his feet firmly on the ground, lifts the rifle, sights.]

Deep breath. Three. Two.

[BLAM!

The apple hits the ground, a hole coring crossways through its center.]

on the way to the 'cafe'[closed to bruce and jon]: [ Clark is a rather busy man. He makes breakfast for the household, he makes his way to the cafe, he helps cooking, he checks on some of the farming efforts, etc. etc. etc. Today, however, as he walked underneath a certain tree that he almost always walks under to get to the cafe, he finds himself somewhere else entirely. Somewhere he'd started to wonder if he'd ever see again.

A beautiful, crystalline place with a familiar pair of statues near the entrance that almost brings a tear to his eyes. He spends a while exploring, testing the limits, experimenting with this strange entryway.

He discovers that he can't actually leave the Fortress, no matter how he tries. He tries to bring a few things through only to discover that he can't walk back while holding them, which is when he focuses on what he might be able to do.

The first thing is to check on everything, the robots and the creatures he keeps there and all the other bits and bobs that make up his home away from home. Then he pulls up the computer to consult with Jor-El, to see if he can find anything like the place he's been living in for the last few months. Once he figures he's discovered as much as he can for the moment, he walks back out and zips home to message both Jon and Bruce... ]

enter the fortress: [ If you happen to wander under the branch of a particular tree near the 'Cafe', you'll wander into an icy crystal cavern. In the entryway, you'll see a pair of towering figures holding a globe that doesn't exactly look like Earth. Beyond that, there's all manner of alien (especially Kryptonian) artifacts, a robot wandering around doing maintenance and running processes, a city in a bottle, and a strange machine connected to a console.

...don't touch that.

If you wander in, Clark is sure to be there soon enough. The Fortress is pretty important, after all. And while he knows he can't bring anything out, there's no telling how much trouble someone could get into there. Trouble for them or trouble for him. ]

I'll give them all to Ignis, it'll be like his birthday rolled around early.

[His eyes are a little wide as he says it, but he's Spunky and Determined.]

Each flask can only hold so much, so how many do you think we'll need?

like a week?? why?

[ akira is making coffee? dextera has gotten quite a lot of it lately, and he’s beginning to learn to recognize the smell. the whole place is saturated with it, but he’s sure someone seasoned like akira can probably tell the difference in even finer detail. ]

It’s nice. You look “home.”

[And — he's still standing.

Letting out the breath he mostly hadn't realized he'd been holding, he turns and retrieves the now-cored apple, bringing it up to examine the hole pierced through it.]

Impressive.

[The quiet pride and approval in his tone is unmistakable.]

Well-shot, Prompto.

[Sorry, Noct, Ignis isn't the only light sleeper among the Chocobros. Prompto stirs at the weight of the blanket and slowly opens his eyes.]

...Mm. Hey, Noct.

[He rubs the heel of his hand against his eyes and stretches around, looking for a clock.]

'D'I fall asleep?

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