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The Shimmer Mods ([personal profile] shimmermods) wrote in [community profile] theshimmer2020-07-25 11:52 pm

WEEK TWO



A new day dawns bright as you leave the town behind you; the map you've found is simple, easy to follow, and perhaps most importantly it's the only lead you have.

And besides, it takes you closer to the source of the Shimmer's influence; that alone may make it worthwhile.

The through the woods leading up the mountain is one that seems to have been taken before, though it's difficult to tell how long ago; the long grass seems to have been tamed in some ways, tamped down and trod upon, and the presence of odd flowers remains constant. They seem to obey no season, growing out among the grass and the trees high overhead.

Though it's worth noting that you don't seem to be alone here; occasionally there's a silence that sweeps over the area, the sort of dead quiet that accompanied your initial approach to the Shimmer. The sort of silence that implies a predator in the area.

Checking will reveal exactly that.

It seems as though something has been stalking you - cougars from the woods have come down toward the group, and while they keep their distance for now, that may not hold true for the rest of the week...

You hear things in the night.

It sounds like humans screaming.

SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY

[OOC: Welcome to the second week of The Shimmer! Unlike the deer and the other wildlife you've seen so far, the cougars that are tracking you are hostile - you are free to interact with them in any way you see fit, but they will react as a cougar would and they are entirely willing to try to attack the group. While we will not be NPCing these encounters, you are welcome to do as you like with regards to their presence, including fighting them off.]
bornandbread: (the men who stare at cigs)

flower fields

[personal profile] bornandbread 2020-07-31 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
[It's increasingly hard to tell what Jean is thinking on the increasingly arduous trek, possibly because most of the time he has his head down and his shoulders up, doing his (somewhat noodly but quietly uncomplaining) best to drag himself and way too many supplies up a mountain.

... Hopefully it's up the mountain, as he rarely pauses to actually look up and watch where he's going -- though possibly watching his feet is the safer bet here. There's still a grunt and groan here and there but for the most part he's about as good a pack mule as can be.

Minus the slowness, of course. He takes even longer than Garma to set up his own tent, always being somewhere near the tail end of the group and definitively needing a breather or three either way. Still, eventually he gets himself set up and out and about and:]

Zabi, right? Are flowers big where you come from?

[... given the flowers they're dealing with that becomes unintentionally double-layered in meaning, but presumably these aren't too monstrous yet. Just a little unsettling. He watches them with an alert sort of stare.]
instrumentalized: (shock; awe; uh what)

[personal profile] instrumentalized 2020-07-31 03:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Garma appreciates Jean. It is great to see there is someone who is worth at hiking than he is, even if only by a small margin. He'd love to be the best in the group, but at the rate this is all going, he'll simply settle for not being the last. ]

As in... popular? Yes. Why wouldn't they be? They're pretty and liven up a room and in space some of them have turned into sought-after luxury goods, too. Not to mention the uses as gifts for loved ones.