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[X] Jimena Varela - Observations from Catalonia during the Spanish Civil War - 1942
[X] Maliika Hamidova - My Time In The Forest - 1874
[X] Maliika Hamidova - My Time In The Forest - 1874
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Alobomb
Time Traveler
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- Canada
Voting Will Close At 11AM EST (4PM GMT) Tomorrow
I'm simultaneously posting this to ArchiveOfOurOwn for archival purposes, and despite plastering the story with "FYI, not taking votes here, only on SufficientVelocity" and directly replying to them telling them the same, there's a commenter who keeps voting for actions in the comments. I find it endearing at this point honestly, just somethin funny I wanted to share.
I'm simultaneously posting this to ArchiveOfOurOwn for archival purposes, and despite plastering the story with "FYI, not taking votes here, only on SufficientVelocity" and directly replying to them telling them the same, there's a commenter who keeps voting for actions in the comments. I find it endearing at this point honestly, just somethin funny I wanted to share.
Scify
It always starts with a lighthouse.
[X] Käthe Rottmann - The New Encyclopaedia of Magical Phenomena - 1899
[X] Talibah Mubarak - Untitled Study of Stones and Fossils - 1934
Kinda pissed at myself for not getting into this before now, considering how much I enjoy Life is Strange. Looking forward to seeing how it develops.
Much as I want to check out some of the other books, these two seem like the most useful right off the bat. Definitely want to come back around to Catalonia and My Time in the Forest later, though.
[X] Talibah Mubarak - Untitled Study of Stones and Fossils - 1934
Kinda pissed at myself for not getting into this before now, considering how much I enjoy Life is Strange. Looking forward to seeing how it develops.
Much as I want to check out some of the other books, these two seem like the most useful right off the bat. Definitely want to come back around to Catalonia and My Time in the Forest later, though.
Alobomb
Time Traveler
- Location
- Canada
Voting is Now Closed
[X] Maliika Hamidova - My Time In The Forest - 1874
Torgamous, Tjakari, StormySky, 7ime1ock, James C, SkaianDestiny, DragonByte
[X] M.A Glischer - Preferred Environs and Gathering Spots of Fae - 1923
StormySky, 7ime1ock, James C, SkaianDestiny
[ ] Käthe Rottmann - The New Encyclopaedia of Magical Phenomena - 1899
Torgamous, Tjakari, Scify
[ ] Talibah Mubarak - Untitled Study of Stones and Fossils - 1934
Nevill, Abyssal_light, Scify
[ ] Elinor Shoshan - Verdant Energy and the Fae - 1828
Nevill, Abyssal_light
[ ] Jimena Varela - Observations from Catalonia during the Spanish Civil War - 1942
DragonByte
Interesting choices! We'll definitely have a chance later on to come back to these, at least the ones that Kate doesn't get to on her own first. Time for a quiet study night with the totally platonic galpal!
[X] Maliika Hamidova - My Time In The Forest - 1874
Torgamous, Tjakari, StormySky, 7ime1ock, James C, SkaianDestiny, DragonByte
[X] M.A Glischer - Preferred Environs and Gathering Spots of Fae - 1923
StormySky, 7ime1ock, James C, SkaianDestiny
[ ] Käthe Rottmann - The New Encyclopaedia of Magical Phenomena - 1899
Torgamous, Tjakari, Scify
[ ] Talibah Mubarak - Untitled Study of Stones and Fossils - 1934
Nevill, Abyssal_light, Scify
[ ] Elinor Shoshan - Verdant Energy and the Fae - 1828
Nevill, Abyssal_light
[ ] Jimena Varela - Observations from Catalonia during the Spanish Civil War - 1942
DragonByte
Interesting choices! We'll definitely have a chance later on to come back to these, at least the ones that Kate doesn't get to on her own first. Time for a quiet study night with the totally platonic galpal!
Thank you! I'm glad you decided to give it a shot then, I hope you find the places we're going interesting.
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- Location
- The Colored Room
- Pronouns
- TheOne
We could always borrow one of those, too.
Scify
It always starts with a lighthouse.
- Location
- The Colored Room
- Pronouns
- TheOne
Kathryn of the Marshes.
Alobomb
Time Traveler
- Location
- Canada
Hahaha oh man this is awesome, that subclass is a perfect fit for her. Absolutely wouldn't have thought of statting her as a monk but it really fits with this, that's cool as heck.
Hope you get a chance to play her soon!
Scify
It always starts with a lighthouse.
Just started her on a West Marches-ish PBP server. I had to drop the marijuana (or the fantasy equivalent) usage because the server is PG-13, though, so instead of being buzzed a lot she's just really chill and maybe a bit on the Luna Lovegood spectrum.Hahaha oh man this is awesome, that subclass is a perfect fit for her. Absolutely wouldn't have thought of statting her as a monk but it really fits with this, that's cool as heck.
Hope you get a chance to play her soon!
- Location
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- TheOne
That reminds me, @Alobomb what (major) strains are Chloe and Kate smoking? Kate seems like an indica type.
3.13
Alobomb
Time Traveler
- Location
- Canada
Reading My Time in the Forest proved to be less of a group activity that you originally hoped it would be. Unlike the other books, it didn't need citations or anything, and Kate was insistent that reading it out loud to each other would ruin some of the meaningfulness. Personally, you felt that having Kate watch your reactions as you read like a hawk had a bigger effect on the 'meaningfulness.'
Truth be told… you weren't all that impressed with the book. It was a translation of a Ukranian woman's journal describing her experiences following her village's destruction due to the chaos of the Crimean War in 1853. Following her escape, she wandered, ill and starving for several days before collapsing deep in the woods. There, as she lay and felt herself dying, she describes herself feeling a sudden 'intimacy' with the forest around her that she had never felt before then.
It's not a long novel by any means. She goes on to talk about how the forest itself seemed to revitalize her and allowed her to safely and consciously pick that which was ripe and safe to eat. There's a lot, like, a lot of prose dedicated to describing her connection with the forest. You can't quite tell if this translation is faithful to the original intention or if it's played up at all, but the author seems to have a thing for the, uh… 'inherent rugged eroticism of the forest' seems like a fitting thing to describe it as. It's not like there's anything, y'know, overtly sexual going on but… could've fooled you, with the way she's describing her connection to it all.
You blink, remembering where you are and the context of you reading the book. This is one of Kate Marsh's favourite books?
You feel bad for not appreciating it more, and even worse when you see Kate's disappointment at your deflections and saying you'll 'need to think about it some more' before you wanna discuss it. The book just didn't click, more than that, you feel a little uncomfortable at it's attitude towards the whole magic thing. If that's what magic is like… maybe you'll just stick to time travel.
Kate, as it turns out, is much better at talking while reading than you are. The two of you have been bundled up under the pile of blankets for a couple hours, studying Preferred Environs and Gathering Spots of the Fae .
The book has been… dry, to say the least. Though that's kind of a relief after the last one. Kate took the lead on reading the book proper, while you were put on citation duty. It turns out, Witches on the edge of society, dozens of years before any kind of formal citation method was codified, were not very good at citing their sources .
As Kate read and you followed up on leads and offhanded mentions, you realized there had been a… 'scientific community'? 'Magical community'? Of sorts that had grown from these people. They'd reference each other's works by the author's first name, or reference when it was published relative to the book itself. This necessitated pretty in-depth cross-referencing, checking dates for what the "last essay" of someone just called "Dotty" was to the author at the time of writing.
"It's amazing that all these authors knew each other so intimately," you'd said to Kate. "They lived all over the world, how could they stay in contact?"
Kate had pursed her lips and sighed. "I'm not sure. Whatever happened to this…" she gestured at the books surrounding the two of you, "whole community in the 40s, well. There's a lot of holes, it seems like a lot of knowledge was lost."
You'd noticed yourself. "None of your books like, actually tell you how to do anything, do they?"
Kate shook her head. "No, it's all theory, a lot has to do with how to understand Verdant magic, but none of them explain how to actually use it.. Some of the books I don't have that others reference sound like there's more practical instruction to them, but I haven't found any like that."
"You figured out how to do the tea thing on your own," you pointed out.
She gave a small shrug and looked away. "True, but that took a long time, and I've only just begun learning how to do stuff like enchanting plants. Speaking of tea, another cup?"
You smiled. "Gladly."
By the time you'd called a pause on Preferred Environs and Gathering Spots of the Fae , Kate had found a whole lot to be excited about that just utterly went over your head.
"So, I can tell you kinda zoned out near the end- okay, uh, about halfway through that," Kate says.
You give her a sheepish smile. "Sorry Kate."
"Eh, it's fine, Environs is kind of a dry one anyway, I get it," she seems to lose her original train of thought for a moment before she perks up, "right! So anyway, to sum up what I think we- okay, I figured out. First, Sapient Fae gather around emotionally volatile places- so hospitals, movie theaters, apartment buildings, schools - so if we wanna find any or learn more about'em ourselves, anywhere like that might be a good choice. Second, there actually are places where Ambient Fae are thinner than usual, the author claims that there's like… a web, or a grid of lines where Fae just aren't as proliferate. Apparently she collaborated with a handful of other witches through the world to figure that out, but just that this web of lesser concentration exists was all they learned. Finally…"
Kate is an excellent speaker, something about the way she gets an excited gleam in her eyes when she's passionate about something is simply fascinating to you. Despite this, as her last point devolves into a loose ramble where she jumps from contextless topic to contextless topic, you feel yourself drifting off.
A few minutes later, you're dimly roused from sleep by someone gently pulling warm, comfortable blankets around you, before they leave for another room. Then, your exhaustion finally gets the better of you.
That night, your dreams are rapid and disorienting. Scenes shift and fade and dance as you turn or blink your eyes. Faces half remembered interpolating themselves on unfamiliar bodies. You're on an ocean overlooking your bedroom, where Chloe sits teaching the class about Daguerrian Process while rain mixed with tears stream down Kate's face. A blast of freezing air chills you to the bone as night falls over the junkyard, before you turn and see Nathan waving a gun at Jefferson.
The images come faster, overwhelming you. Kate drinking tea. Your mom giving you a present. Chloe working on her truck. David watching the sun set. And then- Silence. And all at once you are aware that you are dreaming, fully now, not the half-conscious fugue state of the rest of the night.
You're by the docks, next to the Two Whales. Arcadia Bay is eerily silent. The stars are out, far more of them than you can actually see around the bay, and the whole scene is fixed with that soft, permanent glow that seems to affect dark places in dreams. You stand where you are for a moment, with only a curious glance down to see what you're wearing. Huh, you don't recognize the outfit, but it's stylish, almost like something Victoria would wear.
When you look back up, you realize that the only building with any light coming from it is the Two Whales, and even that looks like it's just a single candle on a table by a window. With a last look around and a shrug, you start walking to it. Even though you're just on the other side of the road, the walk to the Two Whales feels agonizingly long. When you look down, you half expect the ground to be mostly sliding out under your feet, but all looks normal as you make the journey.
Finally, you're in front of the Two Whales. You figure it's the dream doing weird things to the architecture, but it looks taller, and more imposing than normal, even though you're aware that it's physically the same as reality. The windows are frosted though, so the candle table's state remains a mystery.
Your experiences with dreams, especially lucid ones like this, have not been… great, to say the least. Staring at the door to the Two Whales in trepidation, you give your arm a pinch to see if it wakes you up. Nada. You sigh. Guess I may as well see what it wants me to see.
You push the door open and enter the Two Whales. Inside, it's dim, but that same diffused dream-lighting from outside keeps you from bumping into things, but it also obscures the identity of the person sitting at the candlelit table. You jump and- yeah, you squeak as you realize that there is indeed a person sitting at the candlelit table.
It's impossible to make out their features, they're leaning back, just outside the reach of the candlelight, and the dim glow that emanates from everything else doesn't seem to affect them. You stand by the door for a second, shifting your weight from foot to foot and desperately hoping it's not the Other… well, your weird dream doppelganger.
They seem to deflate slightly at your startled reaction to them, and they calmly stretch one hand into the candlelight to make a welcoming gesture, indicating the plastic booth seat on the other side of their table. Their- or, you're pretty sure, her hand is elegant, there's no other word for it. You always felt your hands were too large, while your fingers were too square and stubby. Hers are long and sinuous, all smooth lines leading towards those shadows that hide her identity. In contrast to the rest of her hand, her nails are all clipped quite short, in a way that seems… overly practical, for someone who moves with such grace.
While you stare, she draws her hand back into the shadows, and waits. You square your jaw, and march towards her through the diner. I have no idea what's going on, but this can't be a normal dream. Even up close, the shadows around the woman refuse to abate, so with only a momentary pause to try and stare through them, you sigh and take a seat.
Even the dim light from the candle throws off your night vision now that you're closer to it, so after squinting at her for a moment, you give up. Something tells me I'm not gonna be seeing who this is tonight. You feel the woman's eyes regarding you, like a physical sensation from your stomach to the top of your head. She's tall, too, she sits up really high in the booth.
Then, you hear the woman breathe in, and it sounds like a hurricane. The diner rattles around you and you choke as you feel your breath get pulled from your lungs. It lasts an instant, but also an eternity as it feels like reality itself is collapsing around you. White starts encroaching on the edges of your vision as the hurricane stops, and just as it threatens to steal the scene completely, you hear her melodious, powerful voice.
"Come to me."
≅≅≅
"And that's the least fucked up dream you've had?"
"By a country mile…" You suppress a shudder as you reply to Chloe.
The three of you are sitting on the floor of the barn that hides the Bunker's entrance, the Bunker is cool and all, but thrice reprocessed and filtered air is no replacement for a fresh breeze.
Kate's eyes wander across the barn as she absently sips her tea. "Still, it's a little worrying that you're having, hm, 'prophetic' dreams again, after what they were trying to warn you of last time."
"Believe me," you say, nodding then letting your head thump back against the barn wall, "I couldn't agree more."
"That said, there wasn't exactly anything actionable in there, right?" Chloe asks.
You shrug. "Keep a lookout for girls who keep their nails short?"
Chloe smirks. "Always do, babe."
You stare at her in confusion for a moment before your eyes bulge and you turn away, feeling heat rise to your cheeks. Damnit Max, didn't even realize the innuendo. Your face burns even more as you hear Kate join in on Chloe's teasing laughter.
You turn back as indignantly as you can. "Alright, chill out you pervs-"
"Hey, you dreamed it, not us!" Chloe quips, leaving you spluttering and doing nothing to help the red in your cheeks.
"Awh, look how her freckles stand out when she blushes!" Kate coos.
That's unfair! Time to stop this! You stamp your foot and speak, enunciating each syllable. "An-y-way!" Then you pointedly ignore their giggles at your outburst, and continue. "Today's probably the best chance we'll get to check out that Trillium warehouse thing they talked about in the binders. We knew they were on guard for us yesterday, but hopefully they'll have relaxed by now."
Fortunately, Chloe and Kate have mostly gotten themselves under control. "Right, you really think that's where Jefferson is?" Chloe asks as her face devolves into a sneer with a steely glint at the thought of the man.
"I could be wrong, but it makes sense to me. If I was a super rich dickhead choosing a secret hideout-" you glance around the barn "-other than my underground bunker, I'd stuff it in a warehouse like that. If nothing else, the fish smell should keep people away."
"Even if he's not there, it's the best lead we have." Kate says, and you and Chloe nod in response.
"So! One time traveler, one powerful sorceress, and one complete badass versus a megacorporation's secret warehouse hideout. When should we head out?" Chloe says, jumping to her feet and doing some stretches.
You think for a moment, then say…
[] "We should head out as soon as possible, every second we wait is a second they could be getting Jefferson out."
[] "This could be a trap- or, y'know, like one. We should talk to the fishermen in town and see if any of them know about the Warehouse, then probably go to it from there some time in the afternoon."
[] "We should take a closer look at the blue binders before we go, there could be some information on what might be at the warehouse. It'll probably take a while though, and we'll have to actually go to the warehouse in the evening."
[] "We should spend the whole day gathering information, then go tomorrow."
[] "I think we really need to get the Bunker homey, we should spend today finally setting it up, then do something about the warehouse the day after tomorrow."
[] Write-in
Truth be told… you weren't all that impressed with the book. It was a translation of a Ukranian woman's journal describing her experiences following her village's destruction due to the chaos of the Crimean War in 1853. Following her escape, she wandered, ill and starving for several days before collapsing deep in the woods. There, as she lay and felt herself dying, she describes herself feeling a sudden 'intimacy' with the forest around her that she had never felt before then.
It's not a long novel by any means. She goes on to talk about how the forest itself seemed to revitalize her and allowed her to safely and consciously pick that which was ripe and safe to eat. There's a lot, like, a lot of prose dedicated to describing her connection with the forest. You can't quite tell if this translation is faithful to the original intention or if it's played up at all, but the author seems to have a thing for the, uh… 'inherent rugged eroticism of the forest' seems like a fitting thing to describe it as. It's not like there's anything, y'know, overtly sexual going on but… could've fooled you, with the way she's describing her connection to it all.
You blink, remembering where you are and the context of you reading the book. This is one of Kate Marsh's favourite books?
You feel bad for not appreciating it more, and even worse when you see Kate's disappointment at your deflections and saying you'll 'need to think about it some more' before you wanna discuss it. The book just didn't click, more than that, you feel a little uncomfortable at it's attitude towards the whole magic thing. If that's what magic is like… maybe you'll just stick to time travel.
≅≅≅
Kate, as it turns out, is much better at talking while reading than you are. The two of you have been bundled up under the pile of blankets for a couple hours, studying Preferred Environs and Gathering Spots of the Fae .
The book has been… dry, to say the least. Though that's kind of a relief after the last one. Kate took the lead on reading the book proper, while you were put on citation duty. It turns out, Witches on the edge of society, dozens of years before any kind of formal citation method was codified, were not very good at citing their sources .
As Kate read and you followed up on leads and offhanded mentions, you realized there had been a… 'scientific community'? 'Magical community'? Of sorts that had grown from these people. They'd reference each other's works by the author's first name, or reference when it was published relative to the book itself. This necessitated pretty in-depth cross-referencing, checking dates for what the "last essay" of someone just called "Dotty" was to the author at the time of writing.
"It's amazing that all these authors knew each other so intimately," you'd said to Kate. "They lived all over the world, how could they stay in contact?"
Kate had pursed her lips and sighed. "I'm not sure. Whatever happened to this…" she gestured at the books surrounding the two of you, "whole community in the 40s, well. There's a lot of holes, it seems like a lot of knowledge was lost."
You'd noticed yourself. "None of your books like, actually tell you how to do anything, do they?"
Kate shook her head. "No, it's all theory, a lot has to do with how to understand Verdant magic, but none of them explain how to actually use it.. Some of the books I don't have that others reference sound like there's more practical instruction to them, but I haven't found any like that."
"You figured out how to do the tea thing on your own," you pointed out.
She gave a small shrug and looked away. "True, but that took a long time, and I've only just begun learning how to do stuff like enchanting plants. Speaking of tea, another cup?"
You smiled. "Gladly."
≅≅≅
By the time you'd called a pause on Preferred Environs and Gathering Spots of the Fae , Kate had found a whole lot to be excited about that just utterly went over your head.
"So, I can tell you kinda zoned out near the end- okay, uh, about halfway through that," Kate says.
You give her a sheepish smile. "Sorry Kate."
"Eh, it's fine, Environs is kind of a dry one anyway, I get it," she seems to lose her original train of thought for a moment before she perks up, "right! So anyway, to sum up what I think we- okay, I figured out. First, Sapient Fae gather around emotionally volatile places- so hospitals, movie theaters, apartment buildings, schools - so if we wanna find any or learn more about'em ourselves, anywhere like that might be a good choice. Second, there actually are places where Ambient Fae are thinner than usual, the author claims that there's like… a web, or a grid of lines where Fae just aren't as proliferate. Apparently she collaborated with a handful of other witches through the world to figure that out, but just that this web of lesser concentration exists was all they learned. Finally…"
Kate is an excellent speaker, something about the way she gets an excited gleam in her eyes when she's passionate about something is simply fascinating to you. Despite this, as her last point devolves into a loose ramble where she jumps from contextless topic to contextless topic, you feel yourself drifting off.
A few minutes later, you're dimly roused from sleep by someone gently pulling warm, comfortable blankets around you, before they leave for another room. Then, your exhaustion finally gets the better of you.
≅≅≅
That night, your dreams are rapid and disorienting. Scenes shift and fade and dance as you turn or blink your eyes. Faces half remembered interpolating themselves on unfamiliar bodies. You're on an ocean overlooking your bedroom, where Chloe sits teaching the class about Daguerrian Process while rain mixed with tears stream down Kate's face. A blast of freezing air chills you to the bone as night falls over the junkyard, before you turn and see Nathan waving a gun at Jefferson.
The images come faster, overwhelming you. Kate drinking tea. Your mom giving you a present. Chloe working on her truck. David watching the sun set. And then- Silence. And all at once you are aware that you are dreaming, fully now, not the half-conscious fugue state of the rest of the night.
You're by the docks, next to the Two Whales. Arcadia Bay is eerily silent. The stars are out, far more of them than you can actually see around the bay, and the whole scene is fixed with that soft, permanent glow that seems to affect dark places in dreams. You stand where you are for a moment, with only a curious glance down to see what you're wearing. Huh, you don't recognize the outfit, but it's stylish, almost like something Victoria would wear.
When you look back up, you realize that the only building with any light coming from it is the Two Whales, and even that looks like it's just a single candle on a table by a window. With a last look around and a shrug, you start walking to it. Even though you're just on the other side of the road, the walk to the Two Whales feels agonizingly long. When you look down, you half expect the ground to be mostly sliding out under your feet, but all looks normal as you make the journey.
Finally, you're in front of the Two Whales. You figure it's the dream doing weird things to the architecture, but it looks taller, and more imposing than normal, even though you're aware that it's physically the same as reality. The windows are frosted though, so the candle table's state remains a mystery.
Your experiences with dreams, especially lucid ones like this, have not been… great, to say the least. Staring at the door to the Two Whales in trepidation, you give your arm a pinch to see if it wakes you up. Nada. You sigh. Guess I may as well see what it wants me to see.
You push the door open and enter the Two Whales. Inside, it's dim, but that same diffused dream-lighting from outside keeps you from bumping into things, but it also obscures the identity of the person sitting at the candlelit table. You jump and- yeah, you squeak as you realize that there is indeed a person sitting at the candlelit table.
It's impossible to make out their features, they're leaning back, just outside the reach of the candlelight, and the dim glow that emanates from everything else doesn't seem to affect them. You stand by the door for a second, shifting your weight from foot to foot and desperately hoping it's not the Other… well, your weird dream doppelganger.
They seem to deflate slightly at your startled reaction to them, and they calmly stretch one hand into the candlelight to make a welcoming gesture, indicating the plastic booth seat on the other side of their table. Their- or, you're pretty sure, her hand is elegant, there's no other word for it. You always felt your hands were too large, while your fingers were too square and stubby. Hers are long and sinuous, all smooth lines leading towards those shadows that hide her identity. In contrast to the rest of her hand, her nails are all clipped quite short, in a way that seems… overly practical, for someone who moves with such grace.
While you stare, she draws her hand back into the shadows, and waits. You square your jaw, and march towards her through the diner. I have no idea what's going on, but this can't be a normal dream. Even up close, the shadows around the woman refuse to abate, so with only a momentary pause to try and stare through them, you sigh and take a seat.
Even the dim light from the candle throws off your night vision now that you're closer to it, so after squinting at her for a moment, you give up. Something tells me I'm not gonna be seeing who this is tonight. You feel the woman's eyes regarding you, like a physical sensation from your stomach to the top of your head. She's tall, too, she sits up really high in the booth.
Then, you hear the woman breathe in, and it sounds like a hurricane. The diner rattles around you and you choke as you feel your breath get pulled from your lungs. It lasts an instant, but also an eternity as it feels like reality itself is collapsing around you. White starts encroaching on the edges of your vision as the hurricane stops, and just as it threatens to steal the scene completely, you hear her melodious, powerful voice.
"Come to me."
≅≅≅
"And that's the least fucked up dream you've had?"
"By a country mile…" You suppress a shudder as you reply to Chloe.
The three of you are sitting on the floor of the barn that hides the Bunker's entrance, the Bunker is cool and all, but thrice reprocessed and filtered air is no replacement for a fresh breeze.
Kate's eyes wander across the barn as she absently sips her tea. "Still, it's a little worrying that you're having, hm, 'prophetic' dreams again, after what they were trying to warn you of last time."
"Believe me," you say, nodding then letting your head thump back against the barn wall, "I couldn't agree more."
"That said, there wasn't exactly anything actionable in there, right?" Chloe asks.
You shrug. "Keep a lookout for girls who keep their nails short?"
Chloe smirks. "Always do, babe."
You stare at her in confusion for a moment before your eyes bulge and you turn away, feeling heat rise to your cheeks. Damnit Max, didn't even realize the innuendo. Your face burns even more as you hear Kate join in on Chloe's teasing laughter.
You turn back as indignantly as you can. "Alright, chill out you pervs-"
"Hey, you dreamed it, not us!" Chloe quips, leaving you spluttering and doing nothing to help the red in your cheeks.
"Awh, look how her freckles stand out when she blushes!" Kate coos.
That's unfair! Time to stop this! You stamp your foot and speak, enunciating each syllable. "An-y-way!" Then you pointedly ignore their giggles at your outburst, and continue. "Today's probably the best chance we'll get to check out that Trillium warehouse thing they talked about in the binders. We knew they were on guard for us yesterday, but hopefully they'll have relaxed by now."
Fortunately, Chloe and Kate have mostly gotten themselves under control. "Right, you really think that's where Jefferson is?" Chloe asks as her face devolves into a sneer with a steely glint at the thought of the man.
"I could be wrong, but it makes sense to me. If I was a super rich dickhead choosing a secret hideout-" you glance around the barn "-other than my underground bunker, I'd stuff it in a warehouse like that. If nothing else, the fish smell should keep people away."
"Even if he's not there, it's the best lead we have." Kate says, and you and Chloe nod in response.
"So! One time traveler, one powerful sorceress, and one complete badass versus a megacorporation's secret warehouse hideout. When should we head out?" Chloe says, jumping to her feet and doing some stretches.
You think for a moment, then say…
[] "We should head out as soon as possible, every second we wait is a second they could be getting Jefferson out."
[] "This could be a trap- or, y'know, like one. We should talk to the fishermen in town and see if any of them know about the Warehouse, then probably go to it from there some time in the afternoon."
[] "We should take a closer look at the blue binders before we go, there could be some information on what might be at the warehouse. It'll probably take a while though, and we'll have to actually go to the warehouse in the evening."
[] "We should spend the whole day gathering information, then go tomorrow."
[] "I think we really need to get the Bunker homey, we should spend today finally setting it up, then do something about the warehouse the day after tomorrow."
[] Write-in
End of Chapter Three - "Shadows Settle"
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Alobomb
Time Traveler
- Location
- Canada
It has taken me 43 days to deliberate over this question, poring over resources ranging from dispensary fliers to ancient tomes, scouring the scripts of all 5 episodes of Life is Strange and digging through the game files for deleted scenes. Yeah Kate's a big indica person, or she was back when she lived closer to a dispensary. Frank's shit is mostly hybrids that a friend of his grows though, so that's what she's been stuck with, and it's all Chloe's ever known.
- Location
- The Colored Room
- Pronouns
- TheOne
All the questions of my life have been answered. Thank you.
- Location
- The Colored Room
- Pronouns
- TheOne
[X] "This could be a trap- or, y'know, like one. We should talk to the fishermen in town and see if any of them know about the Warehouse, then probably go to it from there some time in the afternoon."
People in Arkadia Bay have a folksy prescience about them, they pick up when weird shit is going on or around the corner even if they keep it to themselves. With a few rewinds and some good questions we can probably pull some decent information.
This also means that dead spots could be created. That's bad for Kate, definitely. That's bad for us, potentially.
Earlier in the thread (and the story I think) we talked about whether the ambient magic in this timeline was juicing Max's time powers. Maybe we should find one of those dead spots and see how they affect us.
I also had an idea about Chloe using a dead spot as training wheels for getting into magic, but that'd probably just make her problem worse.
People in Arkadia Bay have a folksy prescience about them, they pick up when weird shit is going on or around the corner even if they keep it to themselves. With a few rewinds and some good questions we can probably pull some decent information.
Dark mother, cruel mother, sweet mother.
Damned wiccans and their degenerate connection to Mother Earth.
So there are dead spots that just naturally occur.
This also means that dead spots could be created. That's bad for Kate, definitely. That's bad for us, potentially.
Earlier in the thread (and the story I think) we talked about whether the ambient magic in this timeline was juicing Max's time powers. Maybe we should find one of those dead spots and see how they affect us.
I also had an idea about Chloe using a dead spot as training wheels for getting into magic, but that'd probably just make her problem worse.
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Markala
Hannor & Polycho Shipper
- Location
- At the Junction of Angst and Fluff
[X] "We should take a closer look at the blue binders before we go, there could be some information on what might be at the warehouse. It'll probably take a while though, and we'll have to actually go to the warehouse in the evening."
Aww, Kate is kinda disappointed by our reaction and now I'm sad. I can understand Max's discomfort with the... questionable wording though. Welcome back!
[X] "This could be a trap- or, y'know, like one. We should talk to the fishermen in town and see if any of them know about the Warehouse, then probably go to it from there some time in the afternoon."
Intel from the fishermen is a good idea, as they likely share a lot of info with each other, and hang out in the same social circles. If we head to the warehouse quickly afterwards, it should minimise the chances of word of our questioning spreading to the guards.
Going in the afternoon is also a good idea, mainly because it's unexpected. While we would be less visible in the dark, they'd post more guards to compensate for limited visibility. Therefore, daylight raid means fewer guards, who are likely less attentive from having to spend all morning standing around, and a generally easier time. Even so, take a photo before we go in.
I'd suggest as soon as possible if we knew for sure Jefferson was there, and we wanted to Dispose of him, but we don't know he's there, and interrogating him beforehand would be more useful.
On a sidenote, I imagine the whole magical community collapsed in the '40s specifically because of the Nazis. They'd likely burn relevant books, and include witches in the "final solution". I also imagine the Red Scare of the '50s and McCarthyism would contribute to witchcraft being labelled a communist thing, and thus banned.
[X] "This could be a trap- or, y'know, like one. We should talk to the fishermen in town and see if any of them know about the Warehouse, then probably go to it from there some time in the afternoon."
Intel from the fishermen is a good idea, as they likely share a lot of info with each other, and hang out in the same social circles. If we head to the warehouse quickly afterwards, it should minimise the chances of word of our questioning spreading to the guards.
Going in the afternoon is also a good idea, mainly because it's unexpected. While we would be less visible in the dark, they'd post more guards to compensate for limited visibility. Therefore, daylight raid means fewer guards, who are likely less attentive from having to spend all morning standing around, and a generally easier time. Even so, take a photo before we go in.
I'd suggest as soon as possible if we knew for sure Jefferson was there, and we wanted to Dispose of him, but we don't know he's there, and interrogating him beforehand would be more useful.
On a sidenote, I imagine the whole magical community collapsed in the '40s specifically because of the Nazis. They'd likely burn relevant books, and include witches in the "final solution". I also imagine the Red Scare of the '50s and McCarthyism would contribute to witchcraft being labelled a communist thing, and thus banned.
- Location
- Cultural Memory
- Pronouns
- She/Her
[X] "This could be a trap- or, y'know, like one. We should talk to the fishermen in town and see if any of them know about the Warehouse, then probably go to it from there some time in the afternoon."
Alobomb
Time Traveler
- Location
- Canada
Voting is now closed
[X] "This could be a trap- or, y'know, like one. We should talk to the fishermen in town and see if any of them know about the Warehouse, then probably go to it from there some time in the afternoon."
Tjakari, James C, Blueshift, Dragonbyte
[ ] "We should take a closer look at the blue binders before we go, there could be some information on what might be at the warehouse. It'll probably take a while though, and we'll have to actually go to the warehouse in the evening."
Markala, 7ime1ock, Nevill
[ ] "We should spend the whole day gathering information, then go tomorrow."
Scify
It's good to see everyone again! Though I've definitely seen a bunch of you Around the Quests subforum it's good to be back, as always.
I panicked and gave the girl I like my wiccan smut book and then sat there freaking out and drinking tea while she read it
[X] "This could be a trap- or, y'know, like one. We should talk to the fishermen in town and see if any of them know about the Warehouse, then probably go to it from there some time in the afternoon."
Tjakari, James C, Blueshift, Dragonbyte
[ ] "We should take a closer look at the blue binders before we go, there could be some information on what might be at the warehouse. It'll probably take a while though, and we'll have to actually go to the warehouse in the evening."
Markala, 7ime1ock, Nevill
[ ] "We should spend the whole day gathering information, then go tomorrow."
Scify
It's good to see everyone again! Though I've definitely seen a bunch of you Around the Quests subforum it's good to be back, as always.
r/relationships
I panicked and gave the girl I like my wiccan smut book and then sat there freaking out and drinking tea while she read it
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Playlist Links
Alobomb
Time Traveler
- Location
- Canada
By the way, here's some of my character playlists that I've made/been listening to while writing. They're a mix of songs I think the character might listen and just ones that remind me of them/make me think of them thematically. There's also a few playlists (the largest ones actually) that I have set to private since they are ~spoilers~, so I'll update this when I feel comfortable putting those out there.
I did my best to avoid repeats between playlists but there may be a couple.
Max Caulfield (in order or shuffled)
Chloe Price (meant to be shuffled, though ideally still starting with the first song on the playlist)
Kate Marsh (meant to be in order)
I did my best to avoid repeats between playlists but there may be a couple.
Max Caulfield (in order or shuffled)
Chloe Price (meant to be shuffled, though ideally still starting with the first song on the playlist)
Kate Marsh (meant to be in order)
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- Location
- The Colored Room
- Pronouns
- TheOne
Unlike Max, I am intrigued. But I'll save my curiousity for another time.