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much ado [OPEN]
🧙 WHO: Cecelia, whomstever
⚔️️ WHAT: open prompts for quest event "Summer Fever!", opportunities to see the End of the World, misc Camelot-centric activities
🕒 WHEN: July, prior to any monthly event happenings
🗺️ WHERE: Varied
⚠️ WARNINGS: None in the tls; can post in comment subjects where applicable
o1. Summer Fever ! - a health clinic in Camelot
["foreign magic pollen" is such a damn broad arrangement of words, is it not? yet no matter the persistence, Cecelia has yet to find any with the expertise or willingness to extrapolate. very irritating. if it's treatable, wouldn't one also be able to glean as to why, leading to origins and other such things?
honestly... sometimes she can't help but think this place is only kept up and functional by naïve optimism and a willful refusal to learn of consequences. probably why they're in this predicament in the first place, really.
well. she still needs to make money.]
Ah-ah--
[were you trying to take that supply cart just now? a freckled hand reaches out to intervene. Cecelia looks up from the cabinet she's been working through, her expression stern.]
Leave it as it is, thank you. The chemicals have yet to be alphabetized. But if you wish to convey it quicker, you're welcome to assist.
o2. End of the World - the Ambassador's Office in Camelot
[the office is on a less busy street lined with buildings of a similar make, though this one has signage that clearly stands out:
OUTWORLDER AMBASSADOR
C. ARDENBURY
CALAMITY BUSINESS ONLY
after an...eventful month of abduction and other nonsense, Cecelia's back in the office, and it is in a far better state than its work-in-progress state weeks prior. there still sits a pair of comfortable-yet-modest chairs and a tea table by the window, and a ledger and quill on a writing desk in plain view by the door. a sign on the wall just above reads Sign in here, where an ongoing list of names appears.
on the wall beyond that, a few, long pieces of drafting paper are pinned up, and upon them are some rudimentary sketches of a very barren, bleak-looking landscape, and then a sequence of peculiar, starburst-like shapes, all similar in shape and volume. the notes beside them are peculiar -- dabblings of elvish and some other scripts meshed together in an inscrutable way.
further in, there is an oak desk and leather chair, upon which Cecelia can often be found seated at, scrawling away in a journal or poring over some book procured from the nearest library.
a rather cozy setup here. the place smells of spices and a hint of summertime flowers, and there always seems to be a fresh pot of tea on the table up front, waiting to be used. the only thing really peculiar here is the sack of plush animals laying idle at the side of the Ambassador's desk.
it seems progress is well underway here, and those who enter, whether they've called first or not, can come here to ask to be ferried to the very edge of Avalon, to bear witness to the calamity frozen in time with their own senses.]
o3. Odds & Ends - shopping & market districts in Camelot
[Cecelia doesn't really demand much of this place as far as special amenities go -- she can manage with or without some of the more lavish things she has encountered in her work moving through time and place. really, things here are quite a few steps above muddy, swampy kobold strongholds or dusty orcish moot-mounds...
...but she really, really just wants a properly spiced cup of tea. gods. is that really the straw that'll break this extraordinary place's back?
as they say: if you want it done right, do it yourself.
once a week, she picks an afternoon to pause her studies to survey the various spice and tea vendors in the city, trying to find enough ingredients or substitutes that'll aid her in refining her own home brews. she's not a fan of crowds or lots of noise, but she will still be open to letting a vendor try and sell her on this or that, if only to glean some sense of what really has value here, or what things might be around that she has yet to discover for herself. open to a point, at least -- her patience has limits, and eventually she'll retire to some café seat or outdoor seating to catch her breath and just take a moment to observe the general activity of the space around her, eventually picking up her journal to start penning her thoughts.
moments like that, where she is most withdrawn in the open, are the ones where she seems the most intriguing, somehow: volumes and volumes of red curls, freckles everywhere, and a sense of dress that is reliant on this place, but somehow fashioned with a pristine quality that much of the casual folk lack. her expression is even less severe than it typically is, as she takes on a more distant, thoughtful demeanor.
it's a spell that breaks when she gleans the sense of a body drawing too near to by a passer-by, and an ear will twitch before she turns to look at the disturbance.]
o4. Study in Action - verdant places outside Camelot city limits
[seems rude to try and really engage and test the limits of her elemental studies within city walls, and so on the evenings where Ambassador work hasn't tapped her energies completely, Cecelia treks out to the open spaces beyond it, but always keeping the city walls in sight.
she prefers to pick a spot with an abundance of all said elements -- a little creek, some diversity in the soil...the breeze and fire she can handle herself, and she'll light a little campfire for herself to keep her warm and accompanied as she and her familiar set to work.
it can be a few things one encounters: some sculpted earth and stone forms rising and being molded bit by bit, water streaming in peculiar arcs or hovering in droplets, a staggered dance of sparks and embers in the dark that flicker brightly than the fireflies, or a surprise gust of wind that vanishes just as quickly as it came.
either way, it's the half-elf in the midst of it, diligently testing form alongside outputs, pausing often to take notes. this magic stuff is serious business, after all.]
⚔️️ WHAT: open prompts for quest event "Summer Fever!", opportunities to see the End of the World, misc Camelot-centric activities
🕒 WHEN: July, prior to any monthly event happenings
🗺️ WHERE: Varied
⚠️ WARNINGS: None in the tls; can post in comment subjects where applicable
o1. Summer Fever ! - a health clinic in Camelot
["foreign magic pollen" is such a damn broad arrangement of words, is it not? yet no matter the persistence, Cecelia has yet to find any with the expertise or willingness to extrapolate. very irritating. if it's treatable, wouldn't one also be able to glean as to why, leading to origins and other such things?
honestly... sometimes she can't help but think this place is only kept up and functional by naïve optimism and a willful refusal to learn of consequences. probably why they're in this predicament in the first place, really.
well. she still needs to make money.]
Ah-ah--
[were you trying to take that supply cart just now? a freckled hand reaches out to intervene. Cecelia looks up from the cabinet she's been working through, her expression stern.]
Leave it as it is, thank you. The chemicals have yet to be alphabetized. But if you wish to convey it quicker, you're welcome to assist.
o2. End of the World - the Ambassador's Office in Camelot
[the office is on a less busy street lined with buildings of a similar make, though this one has signage that clearly stands out:
C. ARDENBURY
CALAMITY BUSINESS ONLY
after an...eventful month of abduction and other nonsense, Cecelia's back in the office, and it is in a far better state than its work-in-progress state weeks prior. there still sits a pair of comfortable-yet-modest chairs and a tea table by the window, and a ledger and quill on a writing desk in plain view by the door. a sign on the wall just above reads Sign in here, where an ongoing list of names appears.
on the wall beyond that, a few, long pieces of drafting paper are pinned up, and upon them are some rudimentary sketches of a very barren, bleak-looking landscape, and then a sequence of peculiar, starburst-like shapes, all similar in shape and volume. the notes beside them are peculiar -- dabblings of elvish and some other scripts meshed together in an inscrutable way.
further in, there is an oak desk and leather chair, upon which Cecelia can often be found seated at, scrawling away in a journal or poring over some book procured from the nearest library.
a rather cozy setup here. the place smells of spices and a hint of summertime flowers, and there always seems to be a fresh pot of tea on the table up front, waiting to be used. the only thing really peculiar here is the sack of plush animals laying idle at the side of the Ambassador's desk.
it seems progress is well underway here, and those who enter, whether they've called first or not, can come here to ask to be ferried to the very edge of Avalon, to bear witness to the calamity frozen in time with their own senses.]
o3. Odds & Ends - shopping & market districts in Camelot
[Cecelia doesn't really demand much of this place as far as special amenities go -- she can manage with or without some of the more lavish things she has encountered in her work moving through time and place. really, things here are quite a few steps above muddy, swampy kobold strongholds or dusty orcish moot-mounds...
...but she really, really just wants a properly spiced cup of tea. gods. is that really the straw that'll break this extraordinary place's back?
as they say: if you want it done right, do it yourself.
once a week, she picks an afternoon to pause her studies to survey the various spice and tea vendors in the city, trying to find enough ingredients or substitutes that'll aid her in refining her own home brews. she's not a fan of crowds or lots of noise, but she will still be open to letting a vendor try and sell her on this or that, if only to glean some sense of what really has value here, or what things might be around that she has yet to discover for herself. open to a point, at least -- her patience has limits, and eventually she'll retire to some café seat or outdoor seating to catch her breath and just take a moment to observe the general activity of the space around her, eventually picking up her journal to start penning her thoughts.
moments like that, where she is most withdrawn in the open, are the ones where she seems the most intriguing, somehow: volumes and volumes of red curls, freckles everywhere, and a sense of dress that is reliant on this place, but somehow fashioned with a pristine quality that much of the casual folk lack. her expression is even less severe than it typically is, as she takes on a more distant, thoughtful demeanor.
it's a spell that breaks when she gleans the sense of a body drawing too near to by a passer-by, and an ear will twitch before she turns to look at the disturbance.]
o4. Study in Action - verdant places outside Camelot city limits
[seems rude to try and really engage and test the limits of her elemental studies within city walls, and so on the evenings where Ambassador work hasn't tapped her energies completely, Cecelia treks out to the open spaces beyond it, but always keeping the city walls in sight.
she prefers to pick a spot with an abundance of all said elements -- a little creek, some diversity in the soil...the breeze and fire she can handle herself, and she'll light a little campfire for herself to keep her warm and accompanied as she and her familiar set to work.
it can be a few things one encounters: some sculpted earth and stone forms rising and being molded bit by bit, water streaming in peculiar arcs or hovering in droplets, a staggered dance of sparks and embers in the dark that flicker brightly than the fireflies, or a surprise gust of wind that vanishes just as quickly as it came.
either way, it's the half-elf in the midst of it, diligently testing form alongside outputs, pausing often to take notes. this magic stuff is serious business, after all.]