PLAYER EVENT ★ HELIOLOGY

[ricksybusiness]

INTRODUCTION. It's difficult to tell time without the presence of a sun or moon. There are no stars. The world is in constant blackness, the heavens barely visible from below and the only light artificial. It's been like this for months. Suddenly, those who expressed interest in observing the sun (or lack thereof) will all at once receive a text message on their ALASTAIR jewellery from 82736775: Get your shit and go look at the sky. Now's the time. If you need me, I'm around. It's time to get to work. OBSERVATION. Find the highest point you can and point the telescopes at the sky. Should be easy, right? Be mindful that there are still guards patrolling the city, looking for escaped prisoners, and some citizens would be very happy to tip them off to your presence. There are still animals in the forests to contend with, and there are still nosey citizens who may ask you too many questions. There are also your fellow ALASTAIR agents, who may not be very willing to share the spot they already staked out before you just showed up. People and animals aren't all you need to look out for, either. Seven hours after the observation starts, there is a lightning storm. It lasts for 30 minutes, bolts of electricity arcing across the sky. It might be a good idea to scurry down someplace lower when this happens -- you know what they say about lightning and height. 82736775 doesn't contact anyone after the initial text, so observers are free to give up whenever they decide they've been sitting out in the freezing dark for long enough. [ note: even if you didn't sign up, feel free to tag in! your character won't have a telescope but that doesn't mean they can't mingle. ]

[ previously: ic info | ooc info ]
[ direct questions here! ]

Comments

[bougy]

( it's always pleasant to be surrounded by a fairly relaxed aura. even if she's not one to be particularly affected by another's general self-presentation--overly empathetic, in a word--she smiles at the greeting and gives a smile right back in return. ) At least it's consistent, so I don't even have to feel bad for distracting you.

( quite gratefully, she plants herself down well within the glow and warmth of the fire. she gives a small little sigh of appreciation in being given the chance to take her weight off her feet with company. ) Don't mind if I do, but I'm going to have to ask the obvious question first, why in the world are you grilling one? ( she points to his own one held over the fire, obviously amused. )

[promises_to_keep]

[Lea snorts a laugh.]

For the record, I very rarely mind a distraction when I'm on the job. Keeps things interesting.

[When she questions his cooking preferences, though, he just looks appalled, almost comically so.]

Wha--? You've never roasted a marshmallow? Seriously? [He gets to his feet and moves toward a couple of trees, shuffling his feet against the ground for a moment, until he finds another long, thin stick. Returning to the fireside, he sits back down and fishes a couple of marshmallows from the bag, then leans over and offers the stick to Hawke.] Here, hold it over the fire, but not in the flames. When one side gets a little brown, turn it, and keep doing that 'til the whole thing is kinda golden brown. [He grins.] It's awesome, so much better than eating them raw. They're a little crispy on the outside, and hot 'n gooey on the inside.

[bougy]

Well then maybe we should try and find you some more interesting jobs. ( she laughs, though good-naturedly, she totally understands where he's coming from. she's done more than her fair share of gruellingly boring fetch quests. though those at least offered at the bare minimum the interest of forward movement--provided there was no need to backtrack.

while he goes about fetching the stick for her, she removes the armour from her right hand, removes her gloves, and flexes her fingers in the warmth provided by the fire. she's had worse than melted sugar on them naturally, but now this has official become a break; there's even going to be cooking apparently. ) The idea's never crossed my mind. They're supposed to be soft, right? Little pillows of sugar. That's why they're so expensive and decidedly Orlesian. ( taking the stick and marshmallows, she nods her thanks. she skewers on the end of the stick and offers it up to the flames. ) It's definitely interesting. Normally I'd think of other ways to burn through money. ( another laugh. ) But this way sounds delicious. Your idea?